This is how my weekday training days go:
5am: I'm just waking up and dreaming of running. Actually, I do dream my splits on most days. And try to beat them.
7am: I'm in my running clothes by now. Super excited. I can't wait to go!
8:00-8:03am: Ouch. The first steps are always the worst unless I stretch really well.
8:04am until the next gazillion miles are over: I LOVE running. I am going to kick some ass. I love this sport. I love my high mileage. I want 80 this week! These shoes rock! I may even take up single track because clearly I have talent (ha-ha). I don't want this run to end! I love running!
6pm: I can't move. I can't make dinner. Cereal tonight guys. I'm just gonna lay here for a minute. I'll set my blackberry alarm for 20 minutes. Please don't anyone talk to me.
7pm: WTH There is no way I can run tomorrow. My legs feel like cement. This is unreal. I can't even walk right. My quads look manly. I have permanent scarring from the tag on my booty shorts. I can't deal. I want to go back to Half training.
8pm: Screw it. I need to revisit the 5k. I would love track twice a week. I don't like marathon training. I don't want to ever run that far. Who talked me into this crap?
8:10pm: Lights out...dead to the world. ahhhhh
5am: Holy shit, I feel GREAT!! I can't wait to run. I'm gonna pad my mileage today. Hell, I'm going to Umstead again. I love running!
Please tell me this is normal?