I was pleasantly surprised that by the second day post Philly marathon my legs were totally fine. The first day post marathon my knees were a little sore, but I didn’t “feel as if I just ran a marathon.”
Clearly, I didn’t run it fast enough.
In any event, was ready to get back on the road pretty quickly. While we were down in Florida visiting my folks for the Thanksgiving holiday I had the chance to run my favorite zen terrain – the beach. I only went about four miles because I didn’t want to miss out on Caroline’s first time flying a kite. But it was fantastic.
Here’s an action shot.
Home to some great running. Just me and the birds and one or two other runners and shell collectors.
Now I feel like I’d like to tackle a second marathon. Relatively near term. I know about Bermuda and Orlando, but are there any others (not Boston, people) that might be fun? I just don’t know how thrilled old hubsters would be if I went to Bermuda by myself and left him with the girls.