Noodle Legs

This week we did two workouts back to back.

I am not a fan of this.

With a race this coming weekend, we did a workout on tuesday, some faster intervals in the fieldhouse, then longer intervals on wednesday. By the end of practice I was seriously struggling, my calves felt they were going to rip off the bones. I know by now that my legs had not yet begun to be sore though, that would come the next morning.

Sure enough I woke up the next morning and did the old-man-hobble out of my room to get breakfast. It's not so much an issue of soreness, as much as it is my legs just not working, like I've got wet noodles for legs. (To be honest I am actually really sore too.)

Even though I was in considerable discomfort, there is something satisfying about the feeling, and there is solace in knowing that in a day or two, my legs will recover and I'll be just a little faster and stronger, which is what this silly sport is all about. It's about honing your body and fitness little by little, chipping away at the things that slow you down, so someday, not tomorrow, not next week, but someday, you can just fly down the road.