5 Ways to Recover From a Long Run

5 ways to recover from a long run

Ah. The long run.  It’s the one day of the week where I torture and push myself to go longer and farther than I’ve ever gone before.

The day where I am exhausted beyond belief but so happy and satisfied.

The day where my muscles ache and I’m pretty sure I even limp part of the way home – all the while wondering what in the hell made me commit to this, but at the same time wondering how far I’m going to make it the next time.

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Two New Running Playlists That Keep Me Going

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Running is hard work, and especially in these past few weeks when I’ve been trying to get myself ready for a race this Saturday.  I went from sporadically running once a week to running three times a week in the past four weeks. Oh, the aching muscles.

There were several times there that I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep at 5:00am
or just skip the run altogether. 5:00am is early! And it’s dark!

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Just Your Average Sunday Run

yellow guy running opposite way

Now that I’ve signed myself up for Sentrumsløpet, I’m forced to start running again.  Oh, yeah. I feel the hurt coming on.

I might as well face it. I’m out of running shape. I’m hyperventilating just thinking about the interval training, hill training and sprints that I’ll have to do.

My lungs will reject the training. They will hurt. I’ll double over in pain trying to catch my breath. As a matter of fact, I won’t be able to catch my breath. I’ll see stars. I might keel over.

I already imagine that this little 10km run is much akin to climbing Mt. Everest. Gulp.

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I Bow Down to the Mighty Norwegians

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It’s inevitable. At any get-together, at any dinner party, at any type of gathering whatsoever, the talk always, I mean ALWAYS turns to sports. And I don’t mean sports like  “Oh, did you see the Rosenborg game?” or “Hey, I got tickets to the Stabekk game. Can’t wait to go.”

It goes more like this — “I ran a gazillion kilometers today. When I got home, I cleaned the house, baked 5 cakes, had a dinner party for 20 people and I still managed to get up at 8am looking all gorgeous.”

Or, “Yeah, I did Birkebeiner for skiing last year. I trained really hard, but I don’t know what happened.  I really struggled. I did 54 km in 3 hours. Damn. I was so disappointed in my time. It must have been the blizzard and the really bad snow conditions. I’m so disgusted with myself.”

WTF?

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