Saturday: Run 10 miles, bike 20 miles
Ugh, what a hard couple of days.
On Friday, I woke up all groggy after way too little sleep, and went to yoga, which happened to be an unusually killer class. Then I went straight to the pool, and by the time I'd finished a huge set of 100s (some under 1:30, thankyouverymuch) I had a pounding headache and was shaking from hunger and exhaustion. I went home, ate everything in sight, and then had The World's Most Necessary Nap, from which I emerged three hours later, and even groggier, to head back to the gym to try to run. There, I thought several times about stopping, because my left calf was cramping up pretty bad and seemed on the verge of being sprained again, but each time I was able to stop and stretch and continue.
Today I almost decided to bag the whole thing because I was a little afraid I'd hurt myself on the two-hour run, but I stretched really well ahead of time and put on my calf compression sleeves, and it wasn't too bad. Well, I should say I didn't get injured. "Wasn't too bad" hardly describes 3 hours and 15 minutes of workouts. "Glad it's over" is more accurate.