The Road to Recovery Runs Through Stow

Have I mentioned that I've let myself be victim to stress lately? Well, on Tuesday, I let it get the best of me... and I kind of binged on desserts I had saved up in my freezer from the past several months of fasting. It was pretty intense.

While the binge highlighted my need to establish an incentive-based dessert plan, it also pumped me up with so much sugar energy that I continued packing my apartment and finally made it out for a recovery run kind of late on Tuesday evening.

Just 3 miles around 10:00 pace. And what do you know? My legs totally loosened and I feel just peachy today. I (heart) running. How did I ever diss you?

The best part was that I headed outside close to 9 p.m. It's been so long since post-7 p.m. running has been a possibility that I'm uber-raring to move to a sidewalk community where dark doesn't mean done for the night.

Post-7 p.m. running was supposed to continue on Wednesday night at the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, where I had hoped to join Monica for a fun race. My lack of Akron sense, however, turned me around on OH-59 and I couldn't make it to the starting line on time. Doh!

On the plus side, I had stopped pre-race to visit Melissa in the hospital and to see Melissa and Ryan's new sunshine, Emma Isabel. I spent a quality hour with the girls and enjoyed spending time with an incredible new mother and one sweet little bebe!

My training trailed off this week, however, in preparation for Sunday's move. I ran Tuesday's recovery and then about four slow miles on Friday. Thankfully, much of the week also involved stair reps, moving boxes to and from the car... and that should have offset at least some of the indescribable dessert damage from the week of stress, love and rocky road.

What's next? Movin' on up to the east side...