I tried running the day after the race, but that was just not happening. My quads felt like limp celery and my mystery foot pain had returned with a vengeance. I couldn’t manage even one mile. Which is hilarious because on my calendar I thought I’d knock out a seven miler easily.
I did bike around town that day, and that was fine. I went and spent a good part of the day at the Art Institute. They had built a whole new wing for the contemporary art since I’d last been there. Sadly, I felt like it was the same paintings they had before, just housed in a new place. Still it was cool to see real artwork in person again.
Tuesday was a travel day and I was still holding handrails to descend a flight of stairs.
Finally, today my legs felt better. I could walk like a normal person. I went out for a run and manged to nab a seven miler easily. I felt like I was trucking and that was nice. But I could tell that my muscles were still damaged and would need some serious repair. My goal right now is to eat as much good food as possible to get my body ready for the 26th.
It may not have been the smartest thing to do scheduling two races so close together. But I’m already signed up. Now the only thing to do is to do it!