After a six 1/2-hour drive today, rolling across Tennessee and North Carolina as fatigue slowly turned to soreness, I am now back home, sitting amongst the untidy array of books, bills, newspapers, magazines, training logs, clothing clean and dirty, and shoes that is my life. I pick up my dog from my father-in-law tomorrow morning, I go back to work Tuesday, and then everything will be back to normal. Damn.
But at least I'll get some rest, and get to run normally again. That'll be nice. No more tapering, no more worries about length of long runs and weekly miles and how fucking many sets of Yassos to do or how much speedwork to not do or catching colds or any of the other physical and emotional crap that comes from doing a marathon.
As soon as the soreness subsides, I'm going to do a different kind of training for a while. I've got a couple more races -- both 8ks -- this Spring, after which I plan to go back to square one and do some base training -- easy miles with emphasis on building weekly mileage, and weightlifting. Until then, I think that I will train to see how fast I can do miles and two-miles at the all-comers' meets this summer.
Anyway, I didn't run my best marathon yesterday, but I did have a good time. I will post the details tomorrow after I've had a chance to get a bit more rest.
