The morning after the weekend before

I eased myself out of bed this morning checking my aches and paines. Achilles were tight, quads felt like they had been beaten up, scabs on my back were crusty and cracking - ouch! But I was able to walk down stairs so that was a good start, but not without some discomfort. A huge plate of porridge set me up for the day as I was in calorie deficit from the weekend back to back ultras. If I sat at my desk for too long and tried to get up it was comical - for anyone watching. A massive lunch followed by a massive dinner. Tomorrow I know it will be worse so I am tackling it with a 1:1 session with my yoga teacher at 6.15am followed by a sports massage. Neither of these will be particularly pleasant but they are essential. So is it worth it? When I think about what I (and my pals) achieved at the weekend, running 76 miles in 2 day with a racksack I have a satisfied grin on my face. It's amazing how quickly you forget the pain...until the morning.