They say you don't feel the pain until a couple of days later...and they're absolutely right. After skiing on Friday and Saturday, the long slow run on Sunday (18K) was enough to push me over the edge. As of this morning I thought I was going to lose all feelings in my legs. Oh wait, I'm confused...I meant to say, I wished I would lose all feeling in my legs. And my hips...and the rest of my lower body for that matter.
The pain really started to kick in about supper time on Sunday. The hot tub relieved the agony for a little while, but even it wasn't enough. I took some Motrin and that helped me fall asleep. Today, I hobbled around the office like some senior citizen who'd had both hips and knees replaced all at the same time. Luckily, a quick noon run managed to flush the lactic acid from my legs and I managed to survive the rest of the day.
Tonight is officially a rest day - well not officially, as it's supposed to be a bike/swim. However, with three days of intense leg work, I have decided I am taking it off. So now, it's official.
I must be an old buffalo and have culled myself from the herd. Bring on the coyotes...