Oh boy. I.AM.SORE.
Travis and I did a hardcore lifting session Sunday evening as Goober watched. We totally wrecked ourselves with deadlifts, bench, bat swings, calf raises, punching bag, jumps, planks, side bends, squats, and some plyo. *Phew!*
Last night's run was supposed to be a "recovery" run, but I just kept picking up the pace, which was actually frustrating. My body was so achy, I felt ancient. There were two giant boulders where my butt should've been and my quads were wicked tight. You want to know one of the reasons I kept getting faster? I was a little angry. Here's why:
CRAP BAGS! I'm making that sign. They first made an appearance last June, disappeared, then I guess the dog owner decided to get super lazy yet again.
Any last questions for me for the question post? Anyone? Anybody? Bueller?
Alright, I'm off to tackle the day with my little Goober doll and Murphy kitty. Don't forget to check out the Road ID giveaway AND the new Running Giveaway Listing site Runner Swag (follow! be in the know!).