After a long run, a day off feels anywhere between a hangover and a repose and often both at the same time. The fatigue of a long run catches up.
At times that feels like a hangover – the rush abates and the eating, drinking and all around merriment of a Sunday catches up by the dawn of Monday morning.
Yet there is a pocket of time. In the early Monday hours, there is quietude. I can browse the New York Times or do the crossword. Read. Write.
But soon, as dawn moves to morning, the week stretches ahead. Lists, meetings, to-dos, catch-ups.
I flick through my Training Peaks and read the sessions for the week ahead. A mix of curiosity and expectancy. The garnish in the mix, the brine of this Martini are the intervals and the speed work.
Today there is no hangover – neither literal, nor figurative. But I did feel a soft tiredness – I am glad for the day off. Tomorrow, I will lace up again.
Writing about Running 