I kept running and I was a little sore, but not bad. I think maybe my tush froze so I couldn't feel any pain.
It felt good to run nice and easy. I think the average pace was about 9:40, finished in 2:17, but I did have to walk in some areas where there was ice - I wasn't risking falling again. When I finished, I felt good. All day I felt good. I was a maniac around the house: cleaning, laundry, reorganizing... etc. I felt REALLY good. Not like someone who just ran 14 miles in the cold rain.
On Sunday it was GORGEOUS. Kind of made me wished I had saved my run, but I have church and other "duties" on deck on most Sundays. Bob was running at 12:30 and TriGuy had a busy schedule of parties. After I returned home from my "duties," I thought it was a great day to try my bike on a "real" road. I have only ridden it in my neighborhood and on the trainer. As I was getting dressed, Kiera flipped out because she wanted to go and promise to ride "as fast as you, mommy!"
So we went about a mile and she was pedaling SOOOOOO slow. Poor thing - I noticed that both of her tires were flat. I had checked my bike, but not hers. We made it back to the house and I did another loop while Daddy put air in her tires. Picked her back up and we did another mile together. Her little legs were tired - out of shape.
All in all, I ended the weekend with 2 falls and three bruises. One on my tush, one on my knee and one on my elbow. I think my ego was bruised the most. I ran 7.2 today in 1:03 just to see if the bruises hurt. They made themselves known, but more annoying than painful. This weekend left me with one question:
Am I really going to Tri?