Ever seen that commercial about "Having a baby changes everything"? Apparently that even includes post-long run rituals. Go figure.
For example, in the pre-Sophie days, as soon as I finished a long run I would lay down on the floor and spend some good quality time stretching. Yesterday when I got home from my 18 miler, I did lay down on the floor. And I did do some stretching, however, it was all done with Sophie either lying next to me holding me hand or sitting on my stomach and bouncing up and down.
In the pre-Sophie days I would also ice my legs before getting into a nice hot shower. Yesterday, I hurried upstairs to take a quick shower before The Wiggles were done and Sophie would demand my complete attention.
Other post-run rituals that have gone by the wayside (along with my relatively flat stomach, a full night's sleep, and a clean house) include a good post-run recovery meal and a leisurely afternoon resting with my feet up. Although I did manage to chug down a glass of chocolate milk. And while Sophie was taking a bath last night, I laid on the bathroom floor with my head on the scale and my feet on the toilet. (Note to self: must clean bathroom.) See, I can improvise!
Despite the substandard recovery, the run went really well yesterday. It was cold, about 16 degrees, and I could definitely feel the increased stiffness in my legs which I think must be due to the cold. It's March now . . . bring on spring!