I even woke up today in a foul mood. The mood continued until lunchtime, when I broke away from the office humdrum for a 2700m swim at the pool.
After the swim, I snagged a sandwich and went back to the office. I felt better. My head was less cobwebby and my attitude was better [even though everyone asked me, "OMG, what's wrong? Have you been crying??" (ah-hem....goggle eyes)]. After work, I went to the gym (thanks to the Expert for playing daddy daycare) and threw down four quick miles on the treadmill.
Four quick miles? Why, yes… I think I did say “quick.” Perhaps, I should say “quick for me,” but 4 miles in 44:30 is pretty darn quickish for me. As a comparison, in January, I did 4.2 miles… in 55 minutes. And I thought today was slow. No, that run was slow.
Tonight, here I sit all showered, jammied, with babies freshly tubbied and tucked away upstairs. I sit…happy and content, sore and tired. Perfectly in bliss.
Recovery days are important. Even if they are crabby recovery days like yesterday. Perhaps, recovery days are most important for me to realize just how much I really am enjoying training.
All this time, I though crack was whack. Turns out running is crack… and crack is necessary for a well-balanced swim bike mom.