I admit to being selfish. Thursday is my off day, under usual circumstances, and I wanted the day off. I got it into my head that I really needed to get my run in Wednesday. Actually, my plan called for a 1 mile TT on Thursday, but I’m just not excited about leaving a lung on the track.
Having not slept well in 3 days, I was mentally exhausted when I got home. Dinner and some time with the family perked me up, plus I changed into my running clothes the minute I got home. At 8 PM, I left the house to try and run.
It has been a little cooler in these parts lately, and much less humid. I started off with a run one minute walk one minute routine. I did that twice, and I was thinking the leg felt pretty good, and then it started to hurt. It wasn’t a sharp pain. It was just a dull ache, the kind of pain you have when your calf cramps during a race. That’s what it felt like to run last night, a permanent cramp in the right calf.
After twice repeating Run 1/Walk 1, I did two sets of Run 2/Walk 1, then I felt well enough to just run. The longer I ran, the better I felt, and I only really felt it on the up hills. Funny thing… I felt the tightness all the way from my heels up and into my hammies.
I got my five miles done. I did not permanently injure myself. My pace wasn’t too far off the norm. I’m happy. Today, I get to do nothing. That one mile TT just ain’t happenin, and I’m fine with that.