Labor Day? Resting Day?

In the spirit of Labor Day, I was a lazy bum on Sunday who ate too much and replaced my 8-miler with family, friends and too-much-food time. Not that it’s a bad thing.

So, I picked up the slack with eight miles on Monday morning. It was a slow 8 miles (10:00/mile for the first two miles, 9:00/mile for the middle four, 9:50 for the last two), but a cool, relaxing morning. Labor Day couldn’t have been more pleasant.

Because I skipped Sunday and replaced my Monday rest with an 8-miler, I botched the day of rest I generally get before my new week begins. Most weeks I would just push through the “pain,” but I couldn’t make it out today. I don’t know whether it’s stress, poor nutrition, bad rest, worse training or a combination.

By the time I mustered up a free spot this afternoon, I felt like I was hit by a Mack truck! My legs are tired and my energy was about 30,000 leagues beneath my typical “too exhausted to do anything but sleep” level. I took a quick cat nap and ate dinner already… but I think I’m going to hit the yoga mat in hopes of finding my energy or just being ready to two-a-day it tomorrow (swimming in the morning, running in the evening). But at least I feel uninjured. Just a little fatigued.