After my first marathon I remember waking up on and off all night long, literally wimpering with pain and being unable to walk to the bathroom to get my own advil.
That’s how I felt last night.
No, I didn’t run a marathon yesterday. I walked backwards down a steep hill 10 times. CRAZY how sore I am today. I was supposed to run 4 easy miles and I couldn’t. There is literally no way I would have been able to run.
So I took a nap. And ate a hamburger (the third one this week, for anyone who’s counting) and drank beer.
Tomorrow, I shall run.