It’s been 48 hours since the Fairfield Half Marathon and my body is very slowly coming back to life.
I felt really dehydrated all day yesterday so I was chugging water at my desk. That meant I was constantly having to get up to pee.
The walk to the office bathroom has never felt so far. My achy legs were not happy to be constantly getting up and down.
Coach Cane advised I take a rest day yesterday, but I wanted no part of that.
Sorry, Coach. You can’t keep me down.
After work I went to the gym for some back-to-back class action: Chisel followed by spinning.
Normally Chisel is a perfect post-run class because it’s all strength training. I break a little sweat but it’s not heavy on the cardio. But naturally yesterday the instructor decided that we were going to “kick off the class with some cardio!”
The class was great though, and despite wanting to cry during the extra-long abbductor/adductor leg lift series, I enjoyed feeling the overall burn.
Spinning was what really helped though. The energy in the room was amazing, the music was perfect and my legs were so happy to be pushing the little bike wheel around. Goodbye, lactic acid. Thanks for visiting.
Last night I celebrated a successful weekend by getting dinner and wine with a friend at Vespa, one of my current obsessions. It has this adorable back patio and last night was a perfect night to be sitting outside and relaxing.
pounded sipped my Riesling (oh so sweet and refreshing) and inhaled delicately picked at the bread basket, I realized something:
I’m healthy again.
When did that happen?
I felt fine the entire time I was at the gym, and when it came time to order dinner last night I didn’t freak out about how every potential meal might affect my stomach. (Yes, I ordered chocolate cake for dessert, and no, I did not agree to “split it evenly” with my dining partner.)
The Crohn’s hasn’t completely de-flared (that may not be a real word…), but I can’t believe how much the steroids have helped over the past few days. The increased dose made a huge difference and I’m so happy to report that things are returning to normal. I’m getting my life back! The past month of hellish stomach pains and brutally awkward bathroom moments is becoming a distant memory.
So now I get to move forward. I know that for the rest of marathon training I need to make a much more conscious effort not to be so stressed out, or the Crohn’s will surely make a return appearance.
And that is why I’m giving in and finally treating myself. Look at what finally got checked off the To Do list:
That’s right: I’m finally getting a massage.
I’m big on the reward system, and I never get massages. They’re a major treat for me and I always feel like I really need to earn them. (I’ve written about this before: the last time I booked I massage I convinced myself to run 12 miles before laying on the table.) I purchased a 60-minute Fusion Massage at Exhale Spa off Rue La La months ago, but kept wanting to do something awesome in order to cash in on it.
My original thought was that if I PR’d in Fairfield I’d get the massage.
We all know that didn’t happen.
But I still made an appointment for this Friday afternoon. And I can’t wait.
This morning, in an effort to do something awesome (because yes, I will spend the rest of this week trying to do impressive things in order to really feel massage-worthy), I ran.
Coach Cane said to do three loops of the Central Park Reservoir, so that’s what I did (plus a few add-ons at the end in order to hit an even 7 miles — I’m OCD like that).
My legs are still pretty sore, so my pace was nothing spectacular. I started out slow and once my legs felt loosened up I averaged an 8:30-8:40ish pace. Not bad!
Despite the crazy humidity, the park was packed this morning.
Not only did my stomach cooperate today (until the last mile, actually, but I’m pretending that didn’t happen), but the run kind of brought me back to life.
I was feeling pretty discouraged after Fairfield. I felt like I sucked at racing and like I’m trying too hard to be something I’m not: a runner.
But this morning I didn’t worry about my pace. I didn’t care how fast or slowly I was going. I just ran, and I loved it. I’m taking my focus away from racing for a little while. I love running, and I need to re-harness that passion.
Running makes me happy.
So does my favorite blue dress.
TELL ME: What makes you happy?