The hip pain is gone, but don't worry. I have a new sore spot to take its place. After completing a successful first week of marathon training with an easy four-miler on Saturday and an eight-mile long run on Sunday, I basked in a rare sunny day in Northeast Ohio.
I basked a little too long.
My legs up in recovery repose on a chair outside, I read the Sunday newspaper while the sun reddened my shins and feet. My arms were decently tanned and didn't suffer much, but my lower half has only been exposed to the sun on the run. Clearly, my legs have been too fast to be caught by any ultra-violet rays.
Stark white is now pink and shiny with aloe.
No worries here though. I have three days of recovery, rest and ease before returning to the Circle of Doom in search of further aches and pains. Suffering is such sweet serenity.
Just don't touch my legs.