Rah Rah Raleigh
Esme and I took a road trip to Raleigh this weekend. She hung out with her lifelong pal Ava and I ran the half marathon.
Another post will have to do justice to the race details. In sum, it was fantastic.
It is Wednesday and my post-race recovery is slow. Last night I basically blew up 60 percent of the way through a track workout. Legs felt like concrete. Today my hamstrings and my ass feel like ground sausage. These things are a small price to pay for having fun outdoors and running faster than I’ve ever run, but they are a price.
That is all. My complaints about good things are finished for the day.