This morning we ran 8 miles and my calves never quite stopped hurting. I got to the 4 mile point, just barely trudging along. When I turned to head back in the direction I came, I saw Jeanette coming up the way, running on bad heels. The run last week had her hobbling in on blisters and prayers. I thought, what the heck am I whimpering about. If Jeanette can get out here a week later and do this with a smile on her face, I ought to be grateful for my sore calves.
The thing is, though, sometimes we have to have bad days. Today was not a good day for me. I didn't even listen when the coach announced my time on the way in. I was neck-and-neck with Jeanette coming in and she was pretty stoked to beat me. I just wanted to get it over with, though I was pushing to at least finish strong. I went right into Eugene Running Company and purchased a massager called 'The Stick." This was recommended by the Physical Therapist and I hope it will do better than my rolling pin on these sore calves.
So, the moral of the story is, it's okay to not have the best run each time. I am sure there is more in there than that, but right now, through the stiffening muscles, that's all I can see.