I was seriously flying for the first mile and a half. My legs were FRESH. And fast. And fabulous. And the air was cold. Long sleeve tech tee and shorts weather is my FAVE. But about a mile and a half in, my right IT band and quad started tightening up. So I turned around at the 2 mile mark. My leg got tighter and tighter and my pace got slower and slower. Wah wah.
I did 4 miles in 38:18 for a pace of 9:35.
Let’s play: When does the leg start to hurt??
It’s a new board game Hasbro is coming out with, I think.
Saturday I was bummed to miss out on the group run. I had high hopes of joining but after Friday’s run, I decided some biking/stretching/icing/rolling was in the cards. I biked a boring 11 miles on the stationary bike at my gym, and then walked behind the building to get some froyo.
Since Bama was playing, I had to sport some crimson. ROLL TIDE ROLL!
Sunday I was bound and determined to get in some miles, though I promised myself that as soon as my leg started hurting/tightening I would stop and just walk home. I was concerned that continuing to run on Friday was just putting off my recovering. I kept the pace slow, and made it 6 pain free miles. WHOO!
I did 6 miles in 59:10 for a pace of 9:52.
Either way, it was nice to have this worked out in my brain. I know I couldn’t push through whatever it was, because I tried, but it was still annoying the heck out of me that I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t, you know? Hmmm… now on to correcting!
Oh and then some more beer was consumed while watching the Packers win (although they were looking rough to start with). Beer is medicine I can get on board with, clearly.