Post Marathon Recovery
I wish I could say I did mostly what Jack does all day this week but I was bad. Generally you should take at LEAST a full week to recover. However, marathon #4 is coming up three weeks after Montreal and I have two weeks (now one) left of training before attempting again to not almost fall flat on my face. Instead I used this as a transition week into one final week of training.
Monday – I didn’t run but I did do 90 minutes of Bikram yoga to try to get some feel into my legs back. I think this was the most sore I felt after a race. Maybe I wasn’t up for the distance physically or mentally, whatever the excuse I could not touch my toes and do any move. Instead I took my time, gently going as far as I can for each position.
Tuesday – It took about 1.5 days before my mind and legs starting craving the run. So in the evening I took a very casual shake out 5 mile run on the flattest part I could find near my house. 2.5 Miles one way and 2.5 returning on the same path because there’s just not enough flat well lit areas near me. Approximately 45 minutes and I was done afterwards.
Wednesday – Time for “real” running, so I took a runch of 6.5 miles on the treadmill incline 2 (I still wasn’t ready for my usual 3). It took me about 56 minutes which is probably 3 minutes longer than usual and I felt pretty trained afterwards.
Thursday – Double Duty runs! 7 miles in the morning at a dragging pace in 59 minutes. 6.1 miles in the evening in about 52 minutes. Most of the evenings splits were around 8:15 pace and total time included some work emails. Running and writing emails and trying not to crack my skull on the pavement is hard work!
Friday – It dawned on me that I haven’t taken a rest day yet unless you count my Bikram session. I decided to listen to my burned out body and rest, eat tacos, have some beer and enjoy the important things in life.. like tequila shots.
Saturday – 22.2 miles They got done and that’s the important part. I can write a whole post on this but I’ll save it for another time. So short story.. I ran on the Minuteman Bikepath in Arlington which round trip was about 17 miles. 17 happy miles on not worrying about cars, trucks, and uneven sidewalks that I normally do. Those 17 miles flew by as I realized I was somehow keeping a pace of 8:10 that went up to 8:15 towards the end. That pace for 17 miles didn’t even feel straining, it felt comfortable! Then once I stepped of the trail, my legs decides to pay dead.
I got a ride to the path but coming home I was on my own. There was 5 miles between me and my home and my mind wanted nothing to do with it. Problem is once your mind decides it wants to salivate over pizza instead of your run, your legs go down. I wanted food, and warmth and the gels were not doing anything for me. Either way through some hilly and flat parts, and some mile count downs I eventually made my way home exhausted and drained but happy the run was done.
Sunday – I probably should have rested but I got so excited when I saw the sun that I couldn’t miss out on the run. Somehow 8 miles just went by and I watched a beautiful fall sunset!