(Outtake from a one year old's photo session I did this weekend)
Officially my marathon training plan stated I was supposed to run four miles Sunday morning as a recovery run. Then again I think most people take the day off and nap most of the day after running 20 miles.
I don't have time for that! I've got friends with kids and stuff to do. Cribs need to be disassembled and then reassembled. People have to move. Okay, to be honest the hubs did far more of the heavy lifting than I did, but I count helping people move just a few hours after running 20 miles as a decent recovery. Most people think I'm crazy, but I swear slowly moving around and never stopping kept me from stiffening up and getting sore.
Then, meeting a friend at the park on Sunday morning to take pictures of a 51 week old also made sense. I walked 2 miles around a lake and and got to play with a cutie pie at the park. By play I mean laugh my butt off and occasionally lay on the ground in order to get on her level to snap more pictures.
My recovery plan worked so much better than any other plan I've followed. I'm not sore at all. The hubs's home made fried chicken might have also helped. It was a recovery weekend for the soul.
Two 20 milers down and only 1 to go. Then it's a few weeks of recovery, tapering, and on to marathon #4.