Yes, Rattlesnake can stick with his red wine if he'd like. But I'm pretty sure I've discovered something that out-does flavonoids when it comes to speeding up the recovery process.
On post-marathon day #1, I can't even imagine running or even going for a morning walk. Everything is sore and stiff, while bending down or bending over requires a monumental effort.
On Day #2 I may be able to go for a short morning walk. Maybe.
On Day #3 I'm definitely doing a morning walk, and if things are going extraordinarily well, I may go for a very slow 2-mile jog.
On Day #4 I'm probably jogging.
Finally by Day #5 I should be doing something that at least sort of resembles a workout.
Well, not this time!
The day after the Hartford Marathon I managed to do a 4-mile run at 8:42 pace followed by a 26-minute easy walk.
On Day #2 I was in the gym for a full chest and tricep workout followed by 2 miles at 7:49 pace.
Yesterday was Day #3, and I did 10 miles at 7:36 pace, thereby formally ending the post-marathon recovery period for me.
I can offer only one explanation: hops.
On the evening of the marathon I splurged by ordering a "tall" Connecticut Pale Ale at an Italian restaurant in Manchester. Pale ales are usually somewhat tame brews, and my stomach always needs about 24 hours after a marathon to feel settled again.
Well, much to my surprise, this beer was bitter and hoppy! If Sidewinder (an avid Coors Light fan) had tried it he probably would have passed out. And if I didn't know better I would have proclaimed it an IPA! Although I was worried about my stomach, I went ahead and drank the whole beer anyway in order to avoid wasting money.
Anyway, ingesting the hoppy ale was the only out-of-the-ordinary step I took in my post-marathon period. So we'll need to conduct some scientific experiments to confirm this, but I have a feeling that bitter beer will become my recovery drink of choice from now on.
Long live hops, I say!