In my entire life, I have never been as sore as I was on Monday, the day after the marathon. My legs were burning, and I was very proud of the way they felt, because I knew pushed them as far as they could go (my right calf was completely cramped for the last 6 miles. The left one joined for the last 3). I had to leave work at 2:30 to go home and sleep. I was so tired.

 

Tuesday, my legs felt a bit better, but they didn’t really work. About every third step, I felt as if I were about to buckle.

 

Wednesday, I took a 30 minute walk with my Uncle Frank. Started feeling better.

 

Yesterday, I ran for the first time – just 20 minutes. It was brutal. I was barely moving, but I had to start somewhere. It was also the first day that I could walk down stairs without waddling.

 

Today, I ran about 4 miles with Francine at lunch. I had a hard time keeping up, but I did.

 

Tomorrow, I’m running 8 miles in the morning with the running club. I’m back!

 

Now I’m thinking pretty seriously about running my first ultra December 30 (HUFF – 50K trail run). We’ll see!