Throughout the whole Army Ten Miler process, I have had absolutely no clue what to expect. Usually I know my body’s limits, but in this instance I had no idea how it would react. I was pretty happy during the race as I only had some foot pain at the beginning and shin pain towards the end. Afterward I wasn’t too sore, just about as much as I normally am the day after I play 90 minutes of soccer. Of course I felt like that before the race even started because I had in fact played 90 minutes of soccer the day before.
I was a little worried that the real pain would kick in this morning. So when I partially woke up at 5 a.m. and moved my legs without pain, I gave a silent cheer before falling back asleep with a smile on my face.
Fast forward to tonight when, surprise, surprise, I had another soccer game. It turned out to be an awesome game – I even scored a pretty sweet goal, which doesn’t happen very often. One of my teammates who had also run the Ten Miler was hurting pretty bad so I was feeling fairly good about my situation.
Then the game ended, my adrenaline faded slightly, and the pain that I have been waiting for all weekend finally came. It’s still not too brutal, but I am definitely feeling some twinges in places that have never troubled me before. My right leg is pretty adamant that it’s over the whole bearing-my-weight responsibility. Somehow I have the feeling that by tomorrow I’m going to be really glad we went with the economy sized bottle of Ibuprofen: