I woke Monday morning and went to swing the legs out of bed and nothing. I had been graced with non compliant quads and IT bands tighter than a guitar string. I gathered everything I needed because going down those steps was only happening once today. After my family was on their way I decided to throw a quick load of laundry in before I had breakfast. I stood there at the top of the basement steps with mental images of an old lady laying on the floor crying "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up". Not even a chuckle, a smirk, or anything. I just slowly turned away defeated in the fact that I could not tackle this task. After that I watched a movie and went to the pool. 1500 yds later I was on to work where I rode the elevator all day.
This morning when I woke up all was good. Some sore quads that's it. So it was 5k in the pool. It was like pulling dead weight...but, what does one expect after completely draining the energy stores.
I have this ability to recover amazingly fast. Now, with the magic fingers of my favorite massage therapist...aka my wife, I can recover even faster. She has truly grasped an understanding of the art and I am truly grateful. Without the weekly massages I think I be quite the broke dick at this point. Probably wouldn't have even made it to the marathon.
Next stop....Potomac River 7.5 miles. 12 days.
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