After Sunday’s 16-miler, I texted Mr. T to let him know that I was done and stretching. In return, I got this:
“K. (T Junior) told me he would help you with your ice bath…and you would take his picture doing it.”
And then, Monday, my little almost-three-year-old live-in PT worked on my shins a little bit.
|In case you are wondering: He’s spraying my shin with a chipmunk.
Later on, I went for a run even though that inkling of a cold on Sunday turned into an actual one on Monday. Me and Mr. T are both sick. T Junior’s cold is almost gone. (He tried to make me feel better by warming me up with hot breath. You know, because I have a cold.)
But I went for a run because it usually makes me feel better afterward. And it did. Actually, I felt great while running, too. In fact, I considered going farther than three miles, but thought better of it. A 30-minute run was just what I needed to shake out some of the soreness in my hips and quads from 16 miles.
I tried to keep the run around an 11-minute pace, but couldn’t. I would slow down, then look at my watch and notice I’d sped up again. Back and forth, back and forth. Thus, the recovery run was at a 10:37 pace. This is new for me. Do you sometimes have a hard time keeping things slow?
And check this out: I used to get all kinds of blisters during my long runs. Sunday? NO blisters. I ran in my RunningSkirts pink compression socks. LOVE them. I think I’ve been running in socks that are too thick! Argh!