Yeah, I said "walk." Don't judge me! Seriously, though, I'm still sore. So, in the spirit of smart recovery, I'm going to continue to take it easy until I feel...well, not sore. I'm at work for a couple days, so I grabbed a pair of snowshoes and went for a walk on the trails under the not moonlight. I shuffled around for a little less than an hour in the dark. I brought my headlamp, but even with the cloud cover, I barely needed it. I think it was a good choice as I could tell that I needed to get the blood moving through my legs. I honestly can't believe how sore I am. I may or may not go for an easy run tomorrow. It will all depend on how I feel.
I know I've been a whining a bit more than usual since Sunday, but I'm really glad I did that race. OK, not really glad, but satisfied. The fire is burning brightly under my behind, and I'm ready to move into a period of real, honest, actual, extreme action adventure training. Plus, it's a great race...even though it hates me. Well organized (Nice work, Erik!) and there's pizza. Post-race pizza is almost as good as beer. Next year, though, I think I'll be the "Water, first! Gatorade, second!" guy. (Someone please remind me of that next January.)