This week has been fabulous. I did some yoga, ran a few easy miles, and tried to catch up on as much sleep as I could. By Wednesday I'd say I was feeling about 95% recovered from the marathon. Yet by Monday I realized, I can't do my usual post marathon pig out, nor could I take as much time off as I wanted. I was still in training. Shit!
Realizing that next week (ahem, the day of the NYC Marathon) was my last real long run was a little bit of a slap in the face. You mean I have to run another 19 miler? Shit! You must all think I'm crazy. "Samantha, how could you not have known you'd have to do another long run before Philly?" Well, dear reader, I guess I did. But I figured I could get away with something relatively short, like a 16 miler. Then I spoke with Josh, who said he would do a 19 miler. Obviously we are two different people, and what he would do is not nessecarily what I should do, but I guess it made me think I should try and go a little bit longer.
I'm excited to run the marathon, but running more trainng runs? Ugh.
Just a few more weeks....