I have to admit, when the alarm went off yesterday to go run 11 miles the day after rocking Esprit de She Naperville, I was having none of it. I hit snooze and went back to sleep. I was spent - I took a two-hour nap Sunday and went to bed at my normal time, but was still too tired to move my feet for nearly two hours in the heat and humidity before work.
I have to say that racing Sunday really renewed my vigor in the sport. There's something so thrilling about a start line. About the crowds and the energy and the joy of getting out there.
And for this I am grateful for the rain and the weather and the challenge of Sunday. If I could feel awesome despite all of that and all the changes my routine and body have undergone, perhaps I can just keep trucking to the finish line of another 70.3.