In the final days of my taper, all I could think about was how happy I was it was almost over because I was going to give myself a much needed break from running. Three weeks, I'd say. Three weeks and I'd be ready to go back.
But then I ran the marathon. Then, the soreness faded. and the itch began...
I was itching to run.
I'd take a few tentative steps - chasing after the twins, jogging to catch up with my hubby, seeing how fast I could get down the stairs. Little things that only served to feed the itch.
Tonight - at a week and a half since the marathon...I scratched the itch.
It started with a hard day at work. A mentally and physically tiring day that I just wanted to go away. When I can't stop ranting - I know it's time for a reset. When I came home, I barely said Hi to my MIL before I changed and had my sneakers on and was out the door.
Not long and not far. After the day I had - only a run would cure it. I'm glad I did. It didn't hurt near as bad as I was expecting. I still have healing to do, but it was good to get out and pound the pavement.
So 15 mins and 2.5K later - I'd softened the edge on my day enough that I can let go of it. And I scratched the itch and proved to myself that I would run again...