WORKOUT: Nothing since Saturday.
Once upon a time, I ran 13.1 miles in a day and burned roughly 1300 calories. On that day, I ate all day long and relished in my victory and the fact that I was "allowed" to eat everything in sight because, after all, I had run a half marathon and my body NEEDED it. Psh, even 4 days later I'm still grazing like a famished cow. Something's wrong here.
I am still sore. Still. I can't even believe this, really. In my mind, I'm ready to run again. But the second I try to stand up, my quads scream profanities at me. They hurt so, so, bad. Today is the first day that I'm not stumbling around like a drunk because my leg muscles are locking up. Yes, I'm drinking tons of water and eating bananas like crazy. I think my problem came from not stretching well after the hilly 13.1. I was so delusional after finishing, that I really didn't recover like I had planned. I did get my chocolate milk but only because the volunteers were shoving foods/liquids into my hands obsessively. I'm hoping tomorrow I will be able to do something to break a sweat. The closest thing to a workout I get right now is following Emmalyn around. Man, she is into EVERYTHING and she's so sly. Speaking of her, she's awake from her nap.
Break a sweat for me, guys! I miss it!
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