Not surprisingly, after the 10 Mile, my body just felt shredded. I know that it was a combination of not training outside as much as I should have, and running as fast as I could manage to. Marcus would be the first one to tell you that my ability to walk was tragic at best. True life story: last Monday, as I was walking down the stairs, I accidentally ripped the bannister from the wall. But there was no way that I was going to make it down the stairs without support.
After that, I proceeded to engage in the time-h0nored tradition of walking down the stairs backward/sideways for a period to last no less than 48 hours.
I succeeded in taking nearly a week off from running. I was secretly hoping that I might get the chance to try some new workouts or circuits. Instead, I spent the time doing yoga and some core work. I walked for an hour each day. Not fancy power walking, but just plain walking. One day, before dinner, I got to go for a walk on the River Road along the Mississippi River and it was absolutely perfect to be able to enjoy the sunny weather and the changing leaves.
I ate. Because that is part of recovery too. There were dinners and happy hours with friends. It was Employee Appreciation Week at work so there were lunches from Noodles and Chipotle, and cupcakes.
It was exactly the sort of rest week that no one ever takes.
On Saturday, I got back into the swing of things with three miles on the treadmill. I did another three on Sunday at a slightly faster pace. It was just fine. Like it always is. This week I’ll tally my September mileage, which is something I never got around to in September and I’ll just keep on going.