I don't know what happened but the weather was 61 degrees at 8:00 PM and I had the pleasure of running in shorts again. I ran harder today in a training run since I don't know when. I was dreading going out the door..it's dark...so I decided not to go my normal route to break up the routine. I put on my playlist that I use on 5K/10K races (faster than other playlist) and I was off. I didn't take my garmin but I do know the mileage of my neighborhood so I think 7 miles give or take a quarter mile is about accurate.
Have you ever felt like everything "clicked". That is what this run felt like. I'm sure I was only 10:30 min miles but I felt like I was on fire and I was closing in on a Kenyan. (I did mention before that I've got a great imagination).
This wonderful run came to a quick end about a half mile to my house. My left calf muscle started hurting. Not a really bad pain but enough for me to call it quits. It feels like a muscle has been pulled and it's been a week into recovery....which is to say it's sore and tender to the touch but on a scale of 1 to 10 it is only a 3.5 pain. My race is less than 3 weeks away so of course I'm a little anxious but I'm sure it's nothing. I came home and iced it with a bag of frozen mixed veggies. I'm actually writing this on Tues and it's still a bit sore. I'm hoping it will be feeling better soon.
Most importantly, I would like it to feel better by tomorrow (Wed). I think I've mentioned my trainier Melissa (AKA Jose Bag) has really worked me hard. Tomorrow it is turn around time....I take her out on a trail for a 3-4 mile run at a comfortable hard pace for her. It's hard to see the HUGE smile on my face as I type this. I'm going to love every swear she throws at me as we run up small mountain sides. (insert evil laugh here). Don't you just love friends? | 