It’s Monday, a sort of recovery day if going to kickboxing, washing floors, draining the air conditioning line, and (later on, weather permitting) mowing the lawn counts as recovery.
Hey, life’s daily chores are still here, race or not.
It was a good race on Sunday, considering I had not raced since February’s injury. I chose something low-key, asphalt surface, flat, and new to me. I had to add some extra warm-up and stretch time and took my meds before the race. Other than being somewhat more dehydrated than normal (it’s August, after all), I did well. I was out shooting on the range Saturday; I had the last-minute opportunity to take my safety course certification, and I passed. It was a long test involving the firing of four handguns, so I was on my feet in the heat for longer than I expected. Overall, I felt pretty good Sunday afternoon with no unexpected pains.
I am happy to add another medal to the collection and another T-shirt to the many stacked on the shelves. OK, I know that sounds a little simplistic. But I like those things. They show me where I’ve been and remind me of all the hard work I’ve done. I see them last thing at night and first thing in the morning for a reason. They remind me why getting out of bed, ready for a workout or not, is important.
My next scheduled race is September 21, but I would like to squeeze in one more before then. So I need to check all the race calendars and find a reason for my next early Sunday rising.
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