I feel good. It's the kind of good that comes from being all caught up on everything. The kind of good that you feel after you've changed the sheets on your toddler's bed and vacuumed under the couch. The kind of good that you feel when you're fresh and energetic and ready to RACE. And it's only Thursday.
I have to say, I'm surprised that I feel so good during this recovery week. I guess I was expecting to feel somewhat lethargic... I expected that it would take longer to eliminate the fatigue I accumulated during my 3 week training camp, but I swear, one easy day and Nalani and I were both good to go at the track on Tuesday morning. And then after a great swim/bike yesterday, I was relaxing on the couch and my foot was just twitching... like I've got all this energy that is just waiting to be spent on Sunday. It's a cool feeling, really.
This morning I put Moana in the jogger and ran her down to her day care. (It's maybe 20ish minutes away if I'm jogging.) I left the jogger there and ran home without it, planning to pick up the pace a bit to 'comfortably hard' during the last mile. I remember when that effort resulted in about 7:45 from the corner to home... lately it's been more like 7:20... today I felt light and fresh and the same effort yielded 7 flat. How cool is that? I love how our bodies adapt to the stresses we put them under.
Anyway, I sit here now and find myself with some quiet free time. Most of the schedules for my athletes have been written, my house is clean, the laundry is folded, and I don't have a bike ride to do today. What ever shall I do with myself? I have a whole hour until it's time to go get Moana. Maybe I'll relax on the couch and read a book. Wow. This is indeed a unique day.