Rest. I’m no longer looking at the rest day as a day to overeat or splurge. I look at it as part of training. I am no longer seeking the rest day as relief from running, for God’s sake. It truly is a time for my legs to re-energize. For my soul to replenish. For me to wash everything and get it ready for Sunday.
Because on Sunday, I start again…I run a tempo. A tempo of 12:00 mile, which is exactly what I would need to run for a 5:15, a 45 minute PR. I think it’s doable.
Today. I have calmness in my heart. A wedding. A funeral. A renewal of sorts.
Rest. It’s part of the routine.