It’s been another day of full blown busy.
It started out well. I got a good night’s sleep and then set out for a 32km run. I felt good for most of it. I think it may have had to do with better nutrition while actually doing the run. (Two powergels instead of one.) Then, in the middle, there was talk of doing an extra three clicks at the end (because we weren’t doing the 11km of speed work.) If I did that, then it would become the second-longest run I had ever done. After waffling with the idea, I decided to do it.
But I made a miscalculation. I thought the group leader would go back to the Running Room before doing the extra distance. Because I was quite a bit ahead, he was able to… deek?… deke?… uh that hockey term, and he took off while I had slipped into the store to get more water. I didn’t notice until a few minutes late. I started to run to catch up, but I didn’t have “racing” energy. Just “maintain speed” energy. I gave up and enjoyed stretching.
Since then, I’ve felt a lot better than usual for such a long distance. My legs don’t hurt (except for my toes) and I don’t feel spaced out. I was able to run the D&D game today without too many brain problems. (Climax too. The undead army was stopped, but the bad guy got their hands on the really evil sword.)
I talk about running a lot. I’m trying to re-evaluate my anecdotes. There are two topics that I continually bring up. I’m trying to avoid them now. Running is one. I can’t imagine it is that interesting to read about.