I haven't walked since last Tuesday when I flitted around SF in pink spandex. Still feeling like krap, though today's krap is less like being run over by a truck and more like having been beat up by a wayward gang of ticked off 10 year old kids. I'm sweating like I'm at mile 15 of a 20 on a warm day, my head is spinning, I'm sleepy...which means I'm probably getting better.
But still...haven't been able to walk, not even a little bit on the treadmill.
Even if I feel spiffy tomorrow, I know better than to push it, which means Tuesday at the earliest. And a week off my feet means it's probably not going to be the fastest or most fun of walks when I do get to it.
I'd originally wanted to head back to SF next week and walk along the Great Highway, but we'll see.
Only a month to go...I really don't need to be in a not-training mode at this point.