As I put in my last post, I just love the long run. The clarity that my mind gets after 6, 8, and more miles. It's a trippy experience getting there, mind you, but eventually, everything goes away. It's one shoe in front of the other, and I can just go. Seemingly forever.
So, last Sunday, I was scheduled for a long run. I went for it. My previous long run of the "modern" era (read: the last 8 months) was 6 miles. A painful 6 miles. Knee acting wonky, no cardio sustainability. Bleh.
I went for 7. A 5 mile out and back, followed by a 2 mile out and back. I said, if the knee acts up, I can pull it in to 5 miles and still have something decent to write down. 5 miles went strong, so I went up the hill (what asshat puts the hills at the end of the run? Note to self, fire route planner. Err.. Well, plan better at least)..
I got those 2 miles done. They weren't the prettiest, as I was feeling generally worked pretty hard. However, the knee stayed together, the cardio was working for me, and they got knocked down.
Fast forward to a week later...
Bam! Same route done, but stronger. Tacked on a little extra too. No pain that night, and just general muscle tightness in my legs the next day.
Granted, 7 isn't an ultra marathon or anything, but I am stoked. Stoked, stoked, stoked.
I'm cutting back the miles this week for a few reasons, but it coincides with a recovery week. I am doing my damnedest this time around to train smarter. Thus far, knock on wood, it seems to be working.
I knocked out P90X legs & back tonight. Minus the pullup bar, but it was a
Keep on rockin'...