It's been a week (or a bit over) since I claimed things were feeling better, and boy, are they ever. A few days ago I was thrown into the thick of things when I went over to Trego, WI where my cross country team was at their summer retreat. The bugs were thick, the sun was shining, and the kids were awesome as usual. After getting up at 4:30am and driving 2+ hours, I was greeted with smiles and feet ready to run. I hopped out of my car, laced up my shoes, turned on the GPS, and we were off. The one thing I forgot: to ask how far we were running.
About 4 miles in, and no where near our cabin, I decided I should maybe ask how long the run was going to be. Oh, 6-8 miles, which is 3-5 miles more than I have run in almost a year. Thankfully, I was actually feeling very good after only 4 hours of sleep, and I was able to keep up and enjoy the run. The hills in the woods, the bugs, the sun beating down; it was all part of regaining what I have lost.
After stretching, breakfast, and some fun on the lake, we rested up for the second run of the day. This time the sun was a bit hot, the bugs were a bit annoying, and my legs were far more tired. I still hung with them and felt just fine. 4.5 miles later I was ready to be done. A shower, some dinner, and it was time to head home on another 2+ hour car ride.
As I pulled in the garage and got out of the car, I had to laugh. Ouch. My hips hurt from the hills. My eyes were exhausted from the day. And boy do I hate gnat bites!