I did my 12 miles yesterday. It hurts. I have a huge blister on my foot. My back hurts. I am seriously wondering how this body is going to come up with 26.2 miles if 12 hurts this bad. Next week I am supposed to run 7 miles on Tuesday, 6 on Thursday, and then 16 on Saturday.
My son and his wife (and I hope their dog) are coming over for dinner later today. It will be good to see them. They were in Montana, and then I was in San Antonio, so I haven't seen them for a while.
Then back to work tomorrow. That will be good.
I am feeling the let down after a huge event. I looked forward to the International for so long. It was such a wonderful experience. Now I am back to the regular old reality - and some of it hurts - literally. I usually have something to look forward to on the horizon. Right now the only things I have on the agenda are a half marathon in August (which should be fun) and a full marathon in September - and just writing that makes my stomach flip. Of course, there is something on someone else's calendar in October- a BABY! And that is massively life-changingly great.
I will adjust to this new reality. I am just still tired....