tuesday night was my first night back in the saddle and everything hurts. still. i am sore. really, really sore. very heavy legs but a happy heart.
i lost a lot of speed (duh, like all of it) and stamina not moving for a month and more.
my tuesday night workout literally consisted of running to the track. doing drills. and then turning around and running BACK to rogue (where a strange man on the street told me that i didn’t need a headlamp because i shine on my own).
(headlamps are important, you guys. it’s so you can be seen and not fall in a hole.)
i refused a track workout because just getting there was taxing.
old me would have been frustrated – but i wasn’t. and i am not. i was expecting to not be ok and that i would be slow and that i would be tired. i am going to be doing a lot of running on my own. my partner has progressed beyond my current state and you know what — that’s ok, too.
after the “workout” we trekked down to gourmand’s to celebrate coach mister awesome’s win at arizona.
i dubbed this “purple drank” but it’s named jim jones kool aid. a running mate had it. it was very purple and very grape. she said it was essentially grape kool aid and vodka but contains NO KOOL AID (or flavor aid). if this is true to taste, why didn’t i have one and maybe i need to stop by target and get some grape kool aid packets.
the food looked great. (didn’t partake of food, only drink as i was 100% sure nothing was gluten free except the chips)
i am fearful of tonight’s workout but i also have the common sense (and mouth) to tell my coach “nope. not going to do that” – baby steps. lonely little baby steps back.