Dead. Lifts.

When I was recapping CF last night, HOW could I have left out the deadlifts?! There were a zillion of them (okay, 72). I did them with a 75-lb bar and that was so wimpy compared to others. Anyway, if I left that detail out I sure remembered it first thing this morning when I could barely move. It's my own fault, I didn't stretch out after the workout. It wouldn't have helped with the soreness but it would have helped with the tightness. Today I felt like if you stretched out my right leg it would have snapped.

I just didn't feel well today. I had a headache and earache from the storm. I had a stomachache for whatever reason and I wonder if I should not take ibuprofen at night anymore because it might be messing with my stomach lining.

Anyway. I just felt crappy. Crappy, crappy, crappy. I didn't really want to do anything when I got home. But I didn't want to get myself in the same rut I did last week by pushing off all my runs to the end of the week. So I got on the treadmill and did what I'm calling a "maintenance run." I didn't improve anything, I didn't increase pace or distance, but I didn't lose anything either. I took a nice long walking warmup with a nice long walking cooldown. I couldn't do speed work because anything over 6 mph really pulled on my right hamstring. So I took it for what it was. A regular run. Just a Tuesday on the dreadmill.

I took a long, hot bath after and that seemed to alleviate a lot of my woes.

Oh, this came today:



It's a giant postcard from the company that did the marathon photos. They just want me to purchase more ridiculously expensive prints but the postcard itself is a cool memento. On a day where running wasn't coming so easy, I know (and my mail lady knows) that I'm capable of good things.