two short runs equals two tired legs!!

Hard work makes tired legs! This afternoon, like any good runner, I ran. I wanted to do speed work today. I am just not good with paces and speeds on the open road, so I opted instead to go to the gym and run on the treadmill. I can do much better when I let the treadmill set my pace for me.

Originally I planned to run for about an hour or about five miles. I hadn’t gone very far when I realized that it would be much more of a struggle than I had anticipated. My calves were sore. I still managed a respectable run. Between a five minute warmup and five minute cooldown, I ran four cycles: two minutes at 5mph/12:00pace, one minute at 6mph/10:00pace, two minutes at 5mph/12:00pace, then two minutes at 3.4mph/17:38 pace. Total: 35 minutes, 2.55 miles, 13:43 pace! It definitely pushed me!

I spent some time with the foam roller on my sore calves. That helped so much that, as I was driving home in the car, I started to feel guilty about “only” running 2.55 miles when I’d planned to do 5 miles. So, I did the only logical thing…

Once I got home, I turned around and left to run a few street miles. I opted for a pancake-flat route. Again I quickly discovered that my calves were sore, and realized that my legs must not be fully recovered from last Thursday’s 8-miler. Nonetheless, I pushed myself and ran an additional 3 miles. Furthermore, if I figure correctly, I ran 3 miles in 39 minutes, a phenomenal 13:00 pace, and I’m just not even sure how I did that!

My legs are just so sore tonight. Tomorrow is Easter and it will definitely be a rest day. Monday might also be a rest day, or at least a cross training day. I’m a little surprised and amazed that, after my 8-miler, I did not feel terribly exhausted, yet clearly my legs needed more time to recover than I first thought.

I also wonder how much of it is subliminal. Today, my mind really was not in it, and it was one of those days when I had to “force” myself to go to the gym. I’m not at all saying I shouldn’t have gone- just wondering how much my brain knew that I didn’t know I knew. Make sense? 🙂