26.2 miles is a bloody long way to run, especially over rough tracks, rocky terrain, and through bogs and flooded streams. So it’s no surprise that for a couple of days after the Lakeland Trails marathon my body has ben feeling knackered.
I did my best to feed it. BOY, did I do my best. In one of those post-race blurs of pain and delight, I’ve eaten and drunk all the wrong things over the past couple of days. And it’s only today that I’m able to walk downstairs properly, and only today that my legs are feeling halfway back to normal. It’ll still be a few days til I go for a run again, I think, although I’m already getting cabin fever. So I reckon there’ll be a bike ride at the weekend, at least.
Recovery is something I never used to think about much. But now I do take it a bit more seriously (bad food and drink aside). I had cold baths on Sunday evening and Monday evening, and I’ve been icing the most painful bits of my legs frequently. I also ate as quickly as I could upon finishing the race.
But the magic elixir that seemed to make my muscles suddenly feel better? Last night, I had a couple of glasses of Champagne (not my usual thing, but it was there…)
And now, feeling great!
(NOTE: this is not a piece of advice. Although putting Champagne in your water bottle on a marathon run might make things interesting…)