I think one of the best things about getting older is that it becomes completely and totally acceptable to sit on your couch and watch movies on Halloween and be in bed before 10:30pm…which is exactly what I did…I didn’t even bother to get the hot glue gun out and make some kind of costume. I put on my sweats, found a movie, and then started a little #couchpotatohalloween hashtag thread of Instagram just for shits and giggles.
I don’t know if it was the Thursday morning workout followed back to back yoga classes (Thursday night and Friday morning) or just the week in general but I felt really wiped out. And maybe even slightly dehydrated. I ordered in food, relaxed and felt as happy as a pig in mud just vegging out on my couch while all of the youngsters in San Francisco were out partying their faces off.
This morning, I got up slightly early (or at least early for the Saturday after Halloween) to do a trail run with Travis, CJ and Seth and the whole SFRC crew. I was a little nervous about the run given how tight my legs were feeling and how dehydrated and out of it I’ve been feeling in general. I made sure to eat a little extra breakfast and downed a bunch of water on the way over.
As soon as we hit the first climb, I could feel the tightness in my legs – mostly my hamstrings and abductor muscles – and figured it was probably from a combination of all the workouts and the strange amount of splits I had done in a period of like 12 hours (thanks yoga). I tried to get them to loosen up a bit once we were back on the flats and rollers but it seemed to be to no avail. I realized the run was just going to be a tad bit more difficult and I was going to have to deal with my sore legs. It definitely wasn’t an easy running day; it was so hard for me today that I never even took my phone out for a picture (which almost NEVER happens).
When we got to the biggest climb of the day around mile 12, I really felt like crapping out. In fact, I had a couple mini crap outs on the way up the hill. Thankfully Travis was pushing me to keep going and keep climbing…or rather he was going to keep going and keep climbing and I had to keep him in my sight or I’d get lost (I have absolutely zero sense of direction). I trailed behind him for the next 3 some miles which was super motivating – it seemed like every time I thought I was making progress in getting within spitting distance, he’d be bolting back down a hill and I’d be practically sprinting after just to keep him in sight. When we got down to the road, I knew we were almost back and kicked it into gear….chanting coffee, coffee, coffeeeeee in my head. We finally made our way back to SFRC and waited for the rest of our crew.
We managed to get in just under 16 miles at a pretty decent pace. Nothing amazing. But at least we got it done!
Now it’s time for some serious stretching…and face stuffing.
Stay Sweaty friends!