Then Saturday I agreed to run 18 miles again in support of my sole sisters. I managed to 16.5 in. Yes, it probably was not the best decision I ever made. Yes, I was exhausted. Yes, I had to go to work at the retail place. And yes, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Well, it does not feel so good now. My legs hurt. The right one hurt so much that I took an unplanned rest day. So I am a bit behind on getting 100 miles this month. I know that should be the least of my worries, but I think about it.
I am resting until my leg feels better and I will not do anymore long runs for awhile. The body knows what it needs. It is my job to interpret that message and adhere to it. If not, injury could ensue and that would make me angry.