Yesterday I ran 8.5 miles ( yay me). This morning my legs were stiff and sore…grumpy even. I also woke up with a very rumbly and hungry tummy…hangry even. So ‘goodbye’ morning 3 mile run and ‘hello’ Bob Evans. I told you I would be honest, and there you go…yep I ditched my run for the siren call of bacon, and eggs, and gravy, and coffee….
Well such indulgence has a cost, and that meant I would have to pay penance by running the dreaded treadmill that evening ( I despise the treadmill…it is torture to my short attention span). To distract myself while running on a treadmill I have been known to listen to music, watch a closed captioned TV show AND read, all at the same time, just to keep me on the darned thing.
Well I will give myself an A for effort. I managed a whole 3 miles in a blazingly fast time ( for me) of 30 minutes!!!!! The faster you run, the faster you’re done afterall!
Unfortunately I must award myself a big fat F for results. I really did push it too fast on tired legs. My calf muscles are screaming, my glutes are displeased, and my right ankle has sent a complaint letter to the planning committee. I felt pretty strong while running, but my brain should have known better and taken it easy on my poor deluded legs.
To make myself feel better, I have consumed a delicious, gooey cheddar cheese bacon dog in hopes of appeasing my abused legs…My tummy was pleased anyway. We’ll see how walking goes tomorrow!