when will i learn?
i felt really great yesterday.
and went out too hard, too fast.
now my legs hate me.
i've done this before. clearly, i forget about how you shouldn't do this.
its' like i broke a cardinal rule of race recovery.
it was gorgeous out. i had a marathon date. i felt great & i had new tunes on the playlist.
tunes that my coach figured would be a much better replacement to the dance house electronica stuff i had been listening to. they were headbanging, angry tunes ...
i thought - no way. i need happy music. happy, dancy music.
i was only too happy to admit defeat on this one ... cause those headbanging angry tunes somehow made the perfect iamrunnerwomanhearmeroar soundtrack.
maybe it was too good of a soundtrack, cause my legs really, really hate me.
i could blame it on the soundtrack, or i could just blame it on me.
i'm a dork.