Conquering 12.5 miles felt great mentally and emotionally, but girlfriend began to feel the burn almost immediately afterwards. It’s remarkable how quickly legs can feel like lead, isn’t it? I did stretch and foam roll shortly after the run, but it might be time to start looking into this whole ice-bath thing. Brrr!
I attempted to do a yoga dvd later that day, but pure exhaustion kept me from doing more than five minutes of it. Sorry Bryan Kest…you may have some good moves, but sometimes it takes more than I’ve got to get past that ’90s Michael-Bolton-mane and attire of yours. Not such a fan of your constant talking either…
I did manage to stay awake long enough to venture downtown and join Hirsh for “Love Etc.”, an enormous bag of caramel corn (yep, still working on it three days later), and an endless bag of baked potato fries Seriously, that bag was like Mary Poppin’s purse– it just kept going and going! Hirsh is my first close friend in NYC to be pregnant, and we always kid that pregnancy is like marathon training. We’re always hungry, tired, getting up at odd hours to pee and eat, and try not be on our feet too much. Who knew? Anyway if you haven’t seen Love Etc. yet, I’m not really sure what you are waiting for (unless it’s to finish reading this post). Go. Now! And get some of that popcorn too, or swing by my apt. as I’ve got plenty….
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