Until today, it had been over a week since I ran. Or had any thoughts about running.

Or even wanted to run.

My time in NY was amazing but exhausting.  Both physically and emotionally.  We walked so much and with such purpose (there’s not strolling in the city) that by Sunday evening my legs were Done.

My hamstrings started aching along with my right ankle and the right side of my foot.

I didn’t mind, to be honest.  When traveling, I would much rather walk all over than take transportation. There’s comes a point though when you need to slow down and take a break.

We were going nonstop all day long.  Up at 6am, going all day long, in bed by 1am.  Rinse, repeat.

For me, that was tough since I’m such a sleeper and need some down time to get grounded.

When I got home on Monday afternoon, I was t-i-r-e-d.

I left sunny New York to come home to a cold rainy Columbus.  It pretty much stayed that way the entire week.

I realize some folks will run in the rain, but in case there is any confusion, I’m not one of them.  Unless I’m already in the middle of a run or in a race, I’m not running in rain.

So I pretty much chilled the entire week.  I didn’t do anything but sleep and get some work done.

It was glorious!

I honestly didn’t even think twice about it.  I wasn’t upset or feeling guilty for not working out.

It felt nice to relax and hang out.

To me that proves that I needed some recovery time.

Today I got up this morning and ran 2.5 miles.  It was a bit rough of a run, I was gulping air by the end of it, but it felt good to be out and about.

Now I’m ready to start next week fresh.

I’m rested and recovered and renewed.