Rollin' rollin' rollin', keep them doggies rollin'

Mother @#$%@$% that hurt!

OK. Forget what I said about endocannabinoids last week. 10 miles on Sunday, in the heat and humidity that is Northwest Florida, has my quads feeling like I hit them with a sledgehammer. This is really awesome considering that I'm trying to be a "good coach" and encourage a friend through her first 5k. Whining about how much my legs ache is probably not the most encouraging example I can set.

So what did I do today?

I broke out the foam roller.

And it hurt even more...

Those of you who have used a roller, or The Stick, or trigger point (or whatever you want to call it) know exactly what I am talking about. You also know that this maybe explains why some people think we runners are crazy. (Let them talk. We can't be distracted by their couch potato chatter! Ha!)

But seriously, after 10 minutes of foam-rollering (and a string of expletives that would have made a drunken trucker proud) my legs started to feel better.

And tonight's 10k was my fastest on the course to date.