My training was a little off this week. I had one of the busiest weeks ever at work. I also had a calf strain that developed last weekend and hung on throughout the week.
Skyler faced some tough issues in the 1st grade social scene and was feeling quite sad, so I felt the need to be closer to home so I could hang out with her and boost her self esteem by reminding her how incredibly cool she is. (And here is where I resist the urge to write my observations and feelings about the 1st grade social scene out of respect for my girl, but I will say this: mothers of young girls, go ahead and start building a fortress around your heart.)
So I skipped two runs this week, and even though I knew it was a good idea for all kinds of reasons, it still surprises me how badly I feel about getting off of my plan. Even when it is in the best interest of my body and my family, I still bugs me. I have issues.
But then on Saturday morning, I had the best long run of my long and illustrious running career. Not because it was fast or because I had no aches and pains, but because I never had one (not one) bad thought or mental demon visit me. It was so weird and cool. I didn't struggle, overthink it, feel overwhelmed by the distance, or ever say "I can't do this." I just attacked it one mile at a time until my Garmin rolled over to 17 miles at the top of the mean hill by my house. I thought, "Hmm.. I could definitely run some more if I had to."
The course strategy was perfect. 5 miles from my house to downtown Bangor, 6 miles of trails along the river with my friend Roger, 1 mile loop around town, and then 5 miles back home to Hampden. Perfect weather (sunshine and 35-40 degrees). The previous week of 80 degree summer weather is over, but it melted all the snow and ice and left the trails in perfect running shape.
Hey runners! I think it's time for me to get on the compression-wear bandwagon and buy some compression sleeves for my calves to help them recover more quickly. Who has a recommendation for me on what to get?