Back on the mill 15ish hours after the 20 miler for a recovery run. And I took it very easy. Almost didn't mind the beeping because it meant a walk break. But eventually I felt good enough to stretch a 5-miler to 6.33. Why that precise number? Because it put me at 26.22 miles in a 22-hour period. A full marathon. The way I felt yesterday morning, Frankfurt might have taken 22 hours (not quite, but it would have been 5+). The niggle in the side of my right calf, which my usual paranoia tried to turn into a fibular stress fracture, was gone. I figure it had something to do with the road camber I was negotiating. Done now.
Tomorrow night, and into Wednesday morning <very big grin>, I'll be in Tulsa. So not sure when I'll get a run. Maybe when I get back, maybe I wait until later. I'll try to get up Thursday and run with the chickens. Don't think I'll run with the crazies, not with Chile Pepper on Saturday.
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