A solid lesson I learned in college was, no matter how painful it might be, you need to get out and run the day after a race.  For me, Sundays in Geneseo, NY were nothing short of painful.  They’d typically last 8-10 miles and the acid levels in my body would almost always be dangerously high.  The lactic acid from the day before’s race and stomach acid from the night before’s excessive drinking.   No matter the hangover…no matter the leg pain… getting out and doing it again was very important.  It set the tone for the week and reminded you that there was life after “death.”

So, although I risk making this way over-dramatic, I got it done.  It was just over two miles and it was at a limping 12:41 pace.  I burned 347 calories which should clear me to eat exactly two pieces of candy.  It wasn’t pretty… it wasn’t pain-free and it wasn’t fun but it was necessary.