Recovered? I think not...

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Last night we moved the Run to the Runners' Station due to a private event that had Niketown closed to the public. It was the trifecta of NYC Nike Running. We combined the Runners' Station (Ross), The Running Van (Spenser), and Run Club (me). Ramon decided we should run some repeats over the Brooklyn Bridge. Nevermind the flocks of tourists and the fact that we had miles of the running path on the west side to work with. I jogged over with the front group and started up the incline. My calves immediately tightened up, and felt like they were balling up. They were reminding me of the ridiculousness I'd put them through less than a week ago at Mt. Washington. I watched as the front group pulled away. My legs wouldn't carry me up the incline at anything even resembling a decent pace. I mailed it in early and just did one out-and-back on the bridge. As soon as I got back on flat ground, my pace returned to normal and I hauled back to the Station.

I'm taking today off.