Tyler says hi.
Last weekend, I ran 10 miles. By now I don’t remember the run at all, but I do remember how I felt afterward.
Perhaps “exhausted” is a more accurate word.
My run, from what I not-so-vividly remember, wasn’t fast nor furious. But it knocked me out.
I spent the rest of my day doing nothing. I think I went to Fairway at one point, but even that took a toll on me. The Saturday crossword wore me out, too.
Then, this weekend, it happened again.
Even though I’m not training for anything (yet…), I do love getting a quality workout in on Saturdays. Sometimes I’ll go down to Union Square for Matt P.’s ridiculously fun spin class at Crunch. But this weekend, I was feeling a run.
I took my time getting ready and headed toward Central Park around 10 AM.
Something magical happened in the park. I felt awesome. Those weird stomach pains I’d been having all week? Mysteriously disappeared!
I just ran and ran and smiled and waved to the billions of familiar faces in the park. A highlight: seeing my email buddies, Emma and and Kristina, in I Heart Sweat shirts, being fast and adorable.
I cruised toward the lower loop of the park, figuring I’d just lap it once before heading up the west side and eventually onto the Bridle Path.
But I couldn’t get away from that lower loop.
So I just kept circling it.
And circling it.
And circling it.
Until, eventually, I had racked up double digit miles from that 1.79 mile loop, and figured I should stop running, lest I get injured. Or late for the party I had to go to later that night.
Maybe it’s because my pace didn’t matter and I didn’t have a planned route or mileage number, but this run was just one of the good ones.
A year ago, a run like this would have fired me up for the weekend.
I would have showered, eaten, rallied and then spent the day walking around the city, running errands, seeing stuff and probably stealing puppies, basking in my runner’s high.
But this Saturday?
Hardly the case.
This run kicked my butt, just like last weekend’s.
I showered, I made myself an amazing lunch…
…and then I parked myself on the couch.
Until 7 PM.
I could not get moving.
I don’t know if it’s 27 years of being on the go finally catching up with me, or if I’m just getting older…but running makes me tired now!
I also blame the weather. It was warm all weekend, but it was also gray and dark for the most part. Why would I even attempt being productive or doing something in the great outdoors when the weather is practically begging me to stay on the couch?
Truth be told: I’ve always been terrible about recovery. I don’t stretch, I forget to foam roll, I don’t properly refuel or rehydrate and I don’t really respect the physical work I’ve just done.
So maybe this is my body’s way of being smarter than my active brain.
Not a bad thing, right?
It’s a good lesson for me to hang onto as I start thinking about training for my next goal race: If I want to race well and run strong, I need to focus more on my recovery. I used to love being really productive on weekends and I used Saturdays and Sundays to do everything I didn’t get to during the week. But now I’m learning to be content sitting on my bum as the hours pass, leaving that To Do list for…another weekend.
I’m learning to re-think “lazy” as a more accurate “smart recovery.”
And just because I didn’t accomplish a whole lot since Friday doesn’t mean my entire weekend was a wash.
I did a few really “productive” things.
I went out for my friend Lauren’s Bachelorette Party #2.
I swept the apartment.
Or, parts of it at least.
I did dishes.
Most of them.
I took out the trash.
And I conquered one of my New Year’s Resolutions!
Meh. Half of one, at least.
I used this trusty guide I had ripped out of an old issue of Glamour…
…and, sitting on the couch at 2:30 PM on Sunday, I fishtail braided half of my unwashed ponytail.
I could have kept going and finished the braid, but truthfully I felt like I got the hang of it. And I got bored. Plus, I was recovering. No major efforts needed.
Also, just for the record, my other resolutions are coming along quite well, too, which is impressive since, you know, we’re a whole two weeks into 2013.
I’m successfully keeping my belongings out of the corners of our little apartment. Do you want to know why? Because someone else has taken over all my spots.
I’m pretty sure Brian wanted my stuff out of the corners not so this place could look neater and nicer, but so he could use them for his own personal storage. Clearly a resolutionary act of selfishness.
I’ve also begun trimming my Google Reader, which feels great, and I’ve slashed a handful of crazies (translation: nutritionists who make me feel guilty for eating anything other than “green juice”) from my Twitter follow list. Why food cleanse when you can online cleanse for an equally refreshing, renewing, healthy feeling?
One final thing:
It is clementine season. But last week, a very tragic thing happened. I was eating my morning clem at work when I found an errant seed in the little citrus fruit.
Now, here’s the thing with clementine seeds. One of two things is going to happen when your clementine has a hidden seed in it:
1. You are going to bite down on the seed, and those suckers are solid. Ouch.
2. The seed is exceptionally slippery. When you eat a clementine and it has a seed, that seed is going to slide down your gullet, you’re going to choke and then BAM! Unexpected death by clementine.
In either scenario, no good is coming from one of those clemseeds.
I just made that term up. Clemseed. You can use it.
With all that, I advise you to recover wisely from your workouts, keep trucking along with those New Year’s Resolutions and beware the stray clemseed.
Tyler says bye.
TYLER AND I BOTH WANT TO KNOW: Are you good about recovery or are you a post-run on-the-go person? And for fun, what’s your favorite way to recover? I’m partial to sweatpants, TV and ice cream.