I missed my first run in this marathon training cycle. My planned four-miler on Saturday got carried down four flights of stairs and set on the curb for any takers, as my busy week continued into the weekend.
You'd think that this unintended rest would have had me feeling fresh for Sunday's eight-miler, but my quads and hamstrings were barking at me after a week's worth of carrying boxes down from a third-floor apartment, up to a second-floor home sweet home.
I was feeling guilty about the missed miles until Sunday afternoon when I started upon my long run, another day of mid-80s temperatures and high humidity. By the fourth mile, the familiar feeling of lactic acid sludged through my legs. After eight miles on Sunday, I felt less tired than I did after no miles on Saturday. Indeed, I felt refreshed. That's what stepback weeks are for, right?
This week will probably be busy again at work, but at least it's only four days. This weekend is the Davey Tree 10-K, where I intend to break 50 minutes.