Sometimes it takes a wee bit longer to get oneself back together then expected post marathon.
I thought that I was on the right track, then this weekend happened and left me feeling like my body took 10 steps backwards.
Saturday I took a yoga class where the focus of the practice was on loosening the hips, which I am in dire need of these days. It left me feeling crippled and worse then I was feeling before. Why won't this dang hip shake off it's issues?
Sunday I went for a 13 mile run, which was my longest post marathon run. The first few miles were against 20 mile winds where I was running 9 minute pace that felt like 6 minute effort. Once I had the wind at my back it felt great to get a little extra push and workout the tightness in the legs and hip. Last 6 miles were 6:40-7:20 pace and felt so dang good.
Monday I tried to head out for an easy 8. Made it .75 of a mile and my knee begun to turn on me. For some reason it was having a difficult time supporting my body weight, maybe all of the junk I splurged on over the weekend? I ended up doing a walk/run for 3 miles that was making me crabby.
Enter Todays Workout
5x800's @ 5k pace
3:04, 3:03, 3:01, 2:59, 3:01
The knee felt normal today, so who knows what the heck was going on yesterday. I think that the wear and tear which my bod has experienced in 2011 is just lingering around a bit to remind me that I don't have to go full throttle 365 days a year. Today these 800's felt great, and my body was complying. But tomorrow will probably be a different story.
There is some kind of magical beauty in not being tied down to a training plan. Workouts are a day to day thing around this neck of the woods lately, and I'm liking the freedom. There is no guilt for missing a workout and sitting on the couch eating a bag of Trader Joe's Salt and Vinegar potato chips these days. Maybe when the buttons pop off my jeans I'll be feeling otherwise...