... but it does not feel like it. I am beginning to think I did not put out hard enough in the Georgia Marathon. Yeah, I PRed against grueling conditions but I was hardly sore, played tourist afterwards, came home and went for three runs. So far and it's all been so .... normal. I expected a recovery of consequence for which there has been none.
I behaved myself and ran just three miles last Friday; then six on Sunday and four-plus today with a 1:45 400m lap thrown in on the track just for fun. I want more. I'll go ten this weekend.
Next race is the 19th at 6:45 p.m. A 5K corporate run. I invited a young lady at the district office to be the team captain and she has recruited enough or more runners plus over $500 for the event charity. I am impressed with her motivation. The bad news is that I think I am the designated fasty on the team. We do not expect to win any awards on my credentials but we're out there for fun and fellowship, right? Sure. This time anyway.