I hate recovering. I ran 3 miles yesterday and today and am itching to do more, though my good friend, Hal Higdon, says I should be adding in the miles slowly. It drives me crazy that I missed my goal by a lot, so I know if I just get back out there, I can mentally get over this roadblock of beating myself up. I am already looking forward to the long runs and speed work I am planning for this next training cycle. Am I crazy? Crazy, probably, but running is way too addicting, and I have a problem with sitting still.
Oh and why do the Red Sox have to play tonight? Come on, give me my husband back.