My hill repeats on Saturday were perfectly located to allow me a quick nap at the top just before my final descent and then a cold river to jump into to prevent my legs from seizing up.
On my last trip up it was very quiet at the top so I was able to lay down and stare at the clouds and enjoy the quiet and wonder at my stubbornness to do such crazy training. My normal hill repeat location is adjacent to an off leash dog park so laying down is asking for doggy kisses and slobber. This hill was much more remote and I took advantage of it. Too bad it is not closer to home so I can do it more often.
The day was so hot that my water was easily gone before I was done, even though most of the hill is in the trees. But the cold mountain water was very refreshing to jump into and sit for ten minutes.
But after 45 minutes in the car on the way home I was still pretty stiff getting out of the car even with the ice cold river water to soak in.
Not everyone can have these perfect hills in their backyard but I wouldn’t mind one.
Once-a-year soccer and long distance running don’t mix. My hips are aching from the sprints and side to side from the soccer game on Saturday. It was the coaches game against the 14-17 year olds in our community soccer league.
Needless to say the kids are in much better soccer shape than us coaches and they beat us quite handily. And Sunday morning I could barely get out of bed. It didn’t help that I did a big hill workout too on Saturday and was expecting to ache but I knew which muscles those would be. The soccer muscles don’t rear their ugly head with just running. But they definitely told me they were being neglected.
And because I don’t wear soccer cleats more than once per year, of course a blister started to develop which was aggravated during my run later.
I even skipped my Sunday run to recover. I haven’t done that in a very long time.
I was reminded that just being in running shape doesn’t mean you are in shape enough to play a serious game of soccer.
Kudos to all those soccer players out there that play a hard 90 minutes game after game.
Monday and Tuesday I lay on the couch and hobbled around like everyone else after the Vancouver Marathon. Wednesday I started to refocus so I went for a short run. It ended up being a very slow and short run. My downhill legs still had stabbing pains in them. But by Thursday I felt rejuvenated and looking forward to the next big one.
I’ve been riding my bike to work this week and it is helping to stretch out those muscles. I’ll be keeping it slow and short for a while yet, but my brain is already shifting gears. I can’t wait until the next one. (Did I already forget how awful I felt during the race? That was quick!)
This post-marathon recovery is tough. Everything hurts for way too long after. When the pain in the legs starts ebbing, you realize that other things hurt that you didn’t know were hurting. Like my shoulders. They sure were stiff on Tuesday, but I hadn’t noticed them on Sunday or Monday. I guess they wanted a little of the pity party too but had to wait until the quads and the calves calmed down a little first.
The lesson is that recovery week is not all smooth sailing. One of the keys is to have patience and to keep the feet up.