I’m always surprised by how sore I am after races. I mean, I go out and run 3 miles fairly regularly, why would a 5k race leave me with sore, worn-out legs? I guess running it faster is the culprit. I gave myself a couple days of relaxing but today it was time to get back to a run (plus I bought a new pair of warm leggings so I wanted to try them out!) And 30 minutes/2.5 miles later I knew my legs were still a little tired. Oh well.
I’m never sure what to do with myself after a race. I’m feeling kind of loafy lately; I want to get some more activity into my life but I’m not sure which direction to go. I could keep running, or go back to lifting, or try to combine the two (which never works as well as sticking to either).
My parents left early Friday morning so the rest of this weekend has felt really long and luxurious. Yesterday my husband and I went with friends to a new outlet mall nearby (which kind of sucked, but I did get the leggings) and then went to a local microbrewery and then dinner, and then back to their place to watch a movie. Between the beer and a pitcher of margaritas with dinner (what were we thinking) I drank too much, said some not very nice stuff that I regret, and felt kind of awful. Events with these friends often turn into marathon drinking sessions… they’re fun people but I need to be more careful and pay more attention to what I’m drinking.
Running While Fat 
I’m blaming marriage for your being more sore than usual post-race. I mean, what else has changed, right?
I’m curious about what not-nice stuff you said, but I guess if you wanted to reveal that, you would have :-D
I’m always especially sore after races, but not after running the same– or longer– distances in regular workouts.
Ugh. I mean, I remember what I said and it was really barely coherent but it was some stuff about his folks that I put extremely non-tactfully. It hurt him, obviously, and my friends were shocked that I said something like that. I know I was a butthole and I apologized and my husband’s forgiven me but I know there is a point where drinking-me goes from fun to thoughtless and mean and I don’t like it. So I’m going to make a better effort there.