Oh wow.

Today was the first day after running that Fat Ass that I was actually up and walking around the entire day. Yesterday didn't count, I was in bed most of the day. But today, I was fully active. I awoke this morning and felt like a cripple.

My legs had stiffened more than I had thought they would and it was a surprise to nearly fall getting out of bed. Stretching briefly, I felt better, still crippled, but better. I slept in, having no time for a shower and raced off to school.

I couldn't leave the newsroom until 4:30, and I had to meet the running group at 5:30. This left no time for dinner. I drove as fast as legally possible to my boyfriends where dinner was waiting, scarfed down some food and bolted out the door again. I felt terrible for dine and dashing, but it had to be done.

I was nervous going to the running group, I hadn't been there since September. It was a different time, new people and darker sky. It started out rocky, unsure of which path the group would choose to take. My calves were screaming, they were not completely happy with the running that was about to take place.

The group broke into three groups: a slower group, a faster/longer group and my group. An older woman ran with me, and she matched my brisk pace easily, even pushing the envelope a little. We ran with the faster/longer group until our halfway mark, when they decided to branch off and go further.

My lungs were screaming almost as loudly as my sore muscles were. I had to stop more often than made me happy, but we finished with a great time.

The route we chose had three hills, well four but one was tiny. We crossed two bridges, forcing us to a brisk walk to conquer them. I was too weak to give the hills a thorough beating, and it didn't help that I forgot my water for the night. It completely slipped my mind.

Magically we made good time, running 7K in 45 minutes which is a PR for me.

Recovery run tomorrow night.