My plan following Pinhoti was always to take a “break” for a couple of weeks. I say “break” because my intention was a break relative to my training and a couple of weeks was a loose description ( a couple really meaning one). Basically, my “break” going to be just to pacify potentially concerned family members and friends. But, a funny thing happened — the whole week after the race, I had ZERO desire to run. Nada. Zilch. And I was perfectly fine with it. A week after, I ran a couple of miles and felt decent-ish. That one run seemed to squelch whatever need to run I had for the next couple of days. Then, I couldn’t get my appetite up which, in turn, exacerbated my fatigue. Cool, I thought. Good reason not to run. I saw others who ran Pinhoti were back running and feeling good. I was a little envious but more so just surprised. Not at them but at me. I had just assumed that, since things had gone so (relatively) smoothly at the actual race, I’d take a week off and be “back to normal”. It’s as if my body knew of my intentions and decided shut that whole thing down.
So, for 3 weeks, I’ve run a few times with my own dogs (who are in training of their own for a springtime trail adventure), done some yoga (thanks Ryne for sharing Fiji McAlpine with me), and ran my longest run a the Riverside Screw. Finally feeling better, I’m cautiously getting back at it this week — taking it slowly, focusing on good form (getting those arms down and at 90 degrees instead of flapping in the wind), and incorporating core, hip, and ass work.
I have a new, HUGE appreciation for those that can do the Grand Slam and recover so quickly. I also have a new, huge appreciation for rest and recovery. But, it’s time to get back on the horse.