Midnight. Just finished my 3rd consecutive long run at what I consider the hardest time to run after a full day of work, kids are in bed and its only 16 degrees outside. (Watching a movie with my husband was beckoning big-time) I know I said I like cold best yesterday, but 16 degrees is pushing it. I had on two pairs of pants (and I mean old school sweatpants), knee-high socks, 2 long-sleeve shirts and a fleece - a big wool hat. I had on so many shirts that I could barely fit my reflector belt around my waist. So cold - my body was still numb.
About old school sweats: there is something totally awesome about them. To be clear, I'm not talking about "yoga pants", I'm talking about sweatpants - circa 1970-80, with tapered ankles, matching sweatshirt and typically grey heather. Honestly, I don't know why more people don't wear them. I have shown up at race sans tech gear in my sweats and I get some pretty weird looks. They are totally comfortable - way more comfortable than tight spandex, in my opinion. I will admit it... I rock the old school sweats. There is actually one dude who runs around where I live and he's got the old school sweats on - and even puts up the hood, Rocky-style. To the guy who runs on 157 in Middlefield, CT kickin' it in the sweatsuit... I'm with ya!
Recovery day tomorrow - and I need it, more for my mind than my legs. Legs feel good, still top of foot pain on the right (which I have to rock because I have gotten stress fractures), but otherwise physically I feel fine. Mentally on the other hand... I'm exhausted. I've seen things that aren't there or gotten kind of kooky on some long runs - but today, that happened on my ten miler and it's clearly because of the mental tiredness from the last three days. So, on that note, it's now 12:40 and time for this girl to get to bed!
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