Yesterday was a semi-scheduled rest day. One of those “I’ll run if I ‘need’ to, if I have too much energy and have to burn it off, but don’t want to and probably shouldn’t” days. It was an insane day filled with all the stress. I probably should have whipped off a half mile, at least.
But I didn’t.
I did ice my Achilles tendon as a preventative measure.
And helped my son with his homework.
And spend a solid 2 GODDAMN HOURS WITH TECH SUPPORT UPDATING MY STUPID FUCKING COMPUTER!!!!!
But whatever… Tonight I’ll whip off between a mile and a mile and a half. Then tomorrow (or Sunday) I’ll blow out a nice, long 3 miler. That’ll give me between 5 and 6 miles for the week (1.5, .5 – 1.5, 3) which should fall squarely within the “not overdoing it” category.
There was some minor tenderness in the tendon this morning and I’m hopeful that it’s not going to become a thing. Ice, stretching, compression… easy does it old man. You’re not 28 any more.