A runner's recovery week

What a beautiful morning for a run.

I sure do love cutback weeks. The training schedule seems to have this build-you-up, slap-you-down rhythm to it.

Last week I missed a run – my stomach was churning through the night and I just didn’t hit the streets last Thursday – but still put in a respectable distance. Plus, last Saturday I did 16 miles in the blazing heat.

By Monday I was feeling a bit as if I had been hit by a bus.

Then the training schedule decided I had been slapped down enough.

Monday was a light few miles. Tuesday called for 6. This morning when I went out for 4, I found more pop in my legs than I had all summer.

It was amazing. The 65-degree temperature and the gorgeous sunrise weren’t bad, either.

Like I said before, what a beautiful morning for a run.