On Sunday I had one of my last really long runs before Vegas and unlike the previous week I rocked it! I had a great run, my pace was fantastic, my legs felt good (if a bit tired) and all was well with the world.
After the run, Jeff and I hit the mall in my neverending quest for jeans that fit gnomes like me. I was finally successful and snagged a few pairs at the Levis store. And then, in the middle of a store, the morning run hit me all at once, my legs sent out a distress call and I was done with it all. We spent the rest of the day just relaxing at home, watching the Sharks game (hey, they had to lose eventually) and going to Mexico Lindo for dinner. I nearly fell asleep in the hot tub and was out within 5 minutes of getting into bed.
Today I'm feeling the full effects of yesterday's efforts. I'm flat-out pooped! Getting up at 5 tomorrow morning to swim is NOT going to be easy.