11 Miles of Ouchness

My last run was on Saturday. I had no idea how far, or what tempo I was going to run. I just know that I had not exercised—at ALL—since Tuesday, and I was feeling lethargic.

I know people in my life who say that they can not work out because they "have not got the energy." I do not understand this at all. I work out so I DO have the energy. If I do not swim, bike, run, or pump some iron, I am not a delightful person to be around. I have been known to throw temper tantrums that would make my six year old blush.

The first couple miles of any run I go on are always the same: I go out a tad too fast and it takes me a while to find my rhythm. When I got back home, I checked out my run. I did solid 8:17's—not wicked fast.

The  post-Ironman recovery must be ongoing, because my body does not seem right still—especially the legs. I feel like I could run at a nice clip if my legs were not in so much pain still. Who knows. I have been swimming a lot more lately, and loving it. What the heck?!  Swimming. I like it. Who knew?!

Okay, just a short one tonight. More to talk about after the weekend. Wifey and I are working together again this weekend. I wrote some music for a dance company that she dances with!  What are the chances?

Good luck to my blogger buddy, KC who is racing her first Ironman this weekend, The Great Floridian.

Train Smart!