RECOVERY: No Guilt

We are in a society that never closes shop. We go a million miles a minute, pack twice as much into a day than can ever be accomplished and always wish there were "more hours in a day."
Once when I was cashing out at Krogers, the cashier asked "Did you find everything you were looking for?"
I replied "No, I couldn't find what isle "More Time" was in!"

It reminds me of those figurine toys that you wind up in the back and they move real fast, then it falls over when the mechanics are no longer winding.

That's what we do. Go and go and go until we drop. We find ourselves burnt out, tired, sick and/or crabby.

So why would most of our training be any different?

RECOVERY.

Last week I ran 60 miles, Thursday I ran 22 miles. Sunday I ran another 20.
Today, I RESTED.
I got up at 6am, after a REALLY good nights sleep, and I tackled my morning. Kids, laundry, breakfast, lunches and transporting them to both of their schools.
I as dragging. I finished cleaning up the house and crawled back in bed for an hour.
I didn't try to be a super hero and bang out the day.

Sheba loves to lick the sweat off you..EWE!

Yesterday, after running I was very responsible about icing, rolling, elevating, stretching and eating well. Until, I smelled the families Pizza. I may have cheated a bit there.
But my recovery carried on.
My long run I ran easy, but it still sucked the life out of me.
I embraced crawling back under the sheets, my body loved me. I didn't feel guilty, ok, maybe a little.

It didn't disturb my day. I was able to get everything on my list done and with energy.
I even took Sheba out for 2 miles and ran another mile at X C with the team.


   Blessing, Nita

I love this Girl, 2 Miles was about all the girl could tolerate in the heat.