Walkaways

Monday afternoon I arrived in New York City to the warmth of hot city weather combined with the omnipresent river breeze. Though prescribed as an off-day (and in retrospect, well needed) I couldn't stand to sit around in the greatest city in the world just as everyone was getting out of work and heading out for their workouts. So off I went - out the front door and to the West Side Highway bike path for around about a total of 8 miles out and back. I felt great, partially because I had just come off a long run the day prior, and partially because of all the incredible energy in the city. The sun was out, the breeze was cool, and the path was crowded. It was, for sure, a great day to be out for a jog.

Tuesday morning I got up early to do a couple of hours on the bike while watching the sun come up over the water, and concluded my business day with my weekly key bike workout on the trainer - this week, time trial pieces. Towards the end of my workout, however, I was really starting to feel the strain of my work schedule. It probably would have been wise to cut things short, but I didn't. Wednesday morning, as a result, I woke up feeling like a I'd been run over by a steam train... Twice. I skipped my morning run in favor of two extra cups of coffee (any excuse) and did my best to keep things easy the entire day. In the evening, I simply stretched things out, and stayed in to get some extra sleep.

By the time Thursday arrived, I'd already seen positive improvements. I felt rejuvenated when I woke, but decided to continue playing it safe by trading my speed workout in for a simple base-level run along the water in the early evening. This turned out to be a great choice as well, as by Friday, I was feeling up to snuff - excited to be coming home, and sliding back into my usual routine in no time at all.

So, a good week overall from the workout perspective. I had a little scare with Wednesday's feelings of run-down-dedness, but seemed to rebound without a hitch. New York City was, as it always is, a fantastic time. Every day was a treat, whether sipping coffee by my hotel room window at sunrise, or choosing wines at dusk while feeling that familiar and welcome soreness drain out from my legs apres-run. Of course, time away from home always brings with it a longing to go back, and so I was thrilled to come home this past Friday and hop on my bike to do a quick couple-a-hour ride before settling in for another brilliant weekend. Yes indeed, it was good to be home again.

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