According to my schedule I was supposed to run 13 on Saturday but I decided to do another 15-miler, this time trying for my time goal. Well, I made it: 15 miles in 2:05:17 for a pace of 8:21. Like all long runs it was a mixture of "Damn I feel good! I can do this all day!" and "PLEASE GOD LET ME STOP". What I found interesting was that I managed almost exactly even first and second halves, despite feeling like I was dragging a sled of ground beef behind me on the way back. They felt like 9 or 9:30 minute miles. Weird.
I had just enough time to go home, take a lightning fast shower and excruciating ice bath before heading off to the spring paddling clinic my teammate Melissa organized. There were about 40 newbies trying out dragon boating for the first time, and Mel needed all the experienced paddlers she could get. I ended up leading two groups out – not the best idea considering I hadn't paddled since November and had just run 15 miles. I woke up on Sunday feeling like I'd been severely beaten. I'd planned on going to the gym for my recovery jog and a 10 AM yoga class, but ended up staying in bed holding very still for a while. I also had a sore throat, so I think I was fighting something off that increased the body aches…whatever it was – man. I was destroyed. After laying about for most of the day I finally mustered the energy to change and went down to the track for a quickie. I did about 2 miles and felt better.
Today I'm still sore, but can stand up and bend over without grunting. Yeesh.
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