I flew back to Los Angeles today as I’m set to run the Surf City Marathon on Super Bowl Sunday. Post Blues2Beach, my body aches. Every fiber of my being is yawningly tired, a dull throbbing pain reverberating through my leg muscles. It’s as if they need more oxygen, like a fish out of water glub-glubbing, puckering and unpuckering the gills/lips of a fish face, trying to find the means to survive.
The tendons are tuckered. The ligaments are lethargic. The sinews are spent.
It’s not so desperate as all that though – I’ll be fine in a few days (I hope). But discretion and common sense recommends that post-baggage claim hustle and bustle in the Los Angeles International Airport and Perpetual Construction Site, I may just Lyft home and skip the afternoon recovery run. It might behoove me to stretch out the muscles after sitting on this Southwest non-direct, non-non stop flight (after connecting in Nashville, I boarded a flight to LAX that stopped in Phoenix… I didn’t deplane, just sat and awaited the through-count from the back of the plane). But my muscles all say, “ya know what? Skip it. Just… skip it.”
I don’t always listen to my body. But today seems like a day to listen. Today seems like one of those, “and on the whatever day, Kevin decided to rest” days.
Given that the Big Beach was such a struggle, it’d be nice to go out on Sunday morn and run a solid, healthy, fun run.
The state of the body is strong, I guess. Provided it can recover a bit.
So today, by the power vested in me by ICANN, the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers who lists me as the domain contact for runkevinrun.com, I’m declaring today a rest day.
If I rebuild it, I will run.