First off I have to say how happy I am to be running outside again. I'm finally secure enough with my knee I don't have to run on a treadmill (for fear the knee pain randomly appears I didn't want to be stranded 2 miles away from my house lol). It felt sooo good to be outside. The neighbors probably thought I was nuts though since I was grinning ear to ear and singing along with my IPOD. I don't care though, I bet they can't run 4 miles :)
And on another note, more self-discovery on this recovery process. Last night a friend came over and while we were discussing life he told me he was actually happy I injured my knee. He told me that I used to the be the girl that everyone thought was nuts because of how much I loved running, and how happy I always was when I was talking about or doing it. Then after I started training for the marathon I didn't seem so happy about running...
I was obviously upset and was about to tell him that he was wrong and I was the happiest marathon training girl ever...
and then I realized he was kinda right. I loved training for the marathon because I felt powerful and strong and special and like I could do something very few people could. It was a great accomplishment. But it did leave me incredibly tired, a lot of the time. Even my midweek runs would sometimes be really hard simply because my legs were so dead from the weekend. I have to admit, going out there today and busting out 4 miles without feeling much more than one or two "I'm kinda getting tired" thoughts was absolutely amazing. It's kinda nice not having "dead legs" :D
Not saying I don't want to train for another marathon, I definitely do. I'm just pointing out some more positives of recovery :) Fresh legs!
Now off to eat a petite breaded chicken breast stuffed with broccoli and cheese (in the frozen food aisle - AMAZING) and a garlic biscuit. Yum!
^^ go buy them, seriously, amazing!