Training in Montana

My kids wanted to take brownies to our friends who recently lost their father (my 6 yr old daughter is so sweet sometimes) and I wanted to walk the 1/2 mile each way to get my legs moving. The kids rode their bikes and were way ahead so I attempted jogging. It hurt pretty good but I could do it. I ran 1/2 way to their house and 1/2 way back. The way back is a gentle decline and it hurts so much more going downhill, even slightly. Yesterday after the race I could go up and down stairs normally but now a day later I'm relegated to backwards stair use at the house. Sure glad someone told me about that trick - I'm too stoopid to figure that out on my own. Speaking of stoopid, did I just run 32 miles? What in the world????

So incredibly sore in my quads. I look funny walking, my knees buckle every now and then, and I'm walking gingerly. If you don't know me you wouldn't think much of it, but I walk fast typically and I am not moving fast at all. At home my kids say I'm doing the Moonwalk down the stairs. A couple times I've gone down the stairs face forward and it was painful. The quads are sore to the touch, just like I've been beaten. Fun! This is how they get stronger, right? What a beating they took. Mentally I'm in a better place than previous races. I can look at a running magazine cover and not be sick. I can't open one yet, but I don't want to throw them all away. 

4 days after the race the quads are feeling better. I could walk down the stairs this morning without wincing. I can still feel the quads with every step I take but I look pretty normal now. How much time off before I run again? Not sure - at least a week, then I'll see. I thought SGM was bad for being a quad buster, but this took the cake by a mile. Or six.

Today I thought about running, but I didn't. Even considering returning to something which so recently wrecked my body is a great sign. Maybe tomorrow a mile with my kids.

I was thinking about my thinking (metathinking) and while my body still hurt after the recent race, I loathed even considering running. I didn't want to look at running magazines (which I normally love to read), didn't even want to put away my running shoes, didn't want to consider my next race or the next time I would run. It didn't matter. I was in pain and when every step required effort, all my conscious thoughts went to making sure I didn't fall flat on my face. As soon as the pain turned the corner, my thoughts turned again to running. I haven't yet picked up a running mag, but I probably will later. I thought about running again today, I'm starting to formulate a plan to get ready for my September marathon, and I ordered some new low weight shoes for my upcoming 10K. Funny how the mind works. Maeslow's hierarchy of needs for sure.

PM: 2 miles with my 8 year old son. He's going to run the 5K in next month's Big Sky State Games, so he's amped to get some miles in. We stopped every 1/2 mile to give him a break. I'm proud of the little guy! My legs felt okay. Quads were a bit sore but everything else felt good. I enjoyed the slow pace.

AP: 11:07