The photographer seems to have given me more than my fair share of photos. Maybe that's because I was colored like a bumble-bee? Not sure which one to purchase.
Seems like any time I see someone starting a race with both knees wrapped, I question the logic of them running at all. And there I was, wrapped and running - until reality kicked-in. It was worth it. I had a blast and I stopped in the nick of time before my knees totally fell apart.
Ran fast on Tuesday, and slow last night.
The flesh on the back of my ribcage hurts like hell. It's weird. It really hurts bad at the start. I have to walk until the pain subsides, then trot. Finally I can run. But last night my feet were hurting so I ended up shuffling on the rougher trails of Green Mountain. Once I got to the road, I finished better.
I'm a bit discouraged at my recovery. This body isn't recovering worth a damn, in spite of eating well, tons of massage, vitamins, and lots of hydration.