After Sunday's awesome run, I took Monday off. Back-to-backs are great, but with just two weeks left until New York, I didn't want to press my luck.
So I set off this evening to shake out the legs. I wound down to the ballpark through Mission Bay and my legs felt heavy, but good. No pain. Running without pain, without tightness, is still a treat and one I hope I still revel in on race day.
As I crept behind DogPatch along Illinois, my legs shook out and felt loose. I smiled -- 20 miles nearly at pace two days before and I was back running, feeling better than I had in months. I remain cautiously optimistic.