Yesterday’s race, combined with this morning’s long run, left me crippled this afternoon. I have soreness everywhere – in places I didn’t know could get sore from running. Thank god I had a massage scheduled with my preferred therapist, who spent 90 minutes rubbing and stretching my legs out. I’d hate to think how I’d be if I hadn’t had that little luxury today.
Needless to say, I spent the afternoon on the couch and cringed whenever I had to get up to refill my water bottle or eat food.
And now the weekend which I thought would last forever is over, and not much was accomplished besides the wrecking of my body.
Tomorrow, it’s back to work which has become more challenging and a whole lot busier, but I like it that way. And Coach is back from all of his gallivanting for a little while, so we should have some consistency in our workout schedule once again, which I have really been missing this summer.
My body feels like it’s no longer my own, and I so much want to gain some control of it. What I suspect is peri-menopause is creating all sorts of uncomfortable conditions I’ve never experienced before. I don’t like it. And I just can’t put my finger on the reason my runs are so unpredictable and difficult lately. I feel disconnected from my physical self in a very strange way.
I need some sex. Maybe that would fix it.