All right, I didn’t get four runs in last week. I got in three for a total of 17 miles, but I had to apply my fuzzy logic again and include yesterday’s run in last week’s total. This again is half-assedly justified since last week’s running didn’t start until Wednesday.
Here’s the official breakdown:
Wednesday – 5 miles
Saturday – 5 miles
Monday – 7.1 miles
Total – 17.1 miles
To break the cycle of my asinine justifications, I promise to run four times this week (not including yesterday’s run) by the end of the day on Sunday. That should catch me up and set me up well for the last week of the humiliation challenge. Not that I’m worried since my partner in crime is kicking ass and taking names whilst our competition is floundering and whinging like the little pansy that he is. Haha!
The Win portion of last week’s running refers not only to me getting in my minimum of 17 miles for the week, but also because I experienced a breakthrough with my running. On Saturday, I kept putting off my planned 5-miler because of the crappy weather. For once my dithering paid off and the sky cleared by late afternoon. Even then my morale was still rather low so I dropped my expectations down to getting in a quick three-miler. But once I got out there, everything fell into place. I felt great, the weather was fabulous and there weren’t that many people in the park for me to want to maim in one way or another. I felt so good I decided to go the full five and even ran a half dozen fartleks. This is the first time I’ve done speedwork since the beginning of February. I had such a runner’s high that day and it only got better afterward when I figured out my mile pace. One of my fastest all year. Amazing.
Sadly that high didn’t translate to running on Sunday as I was overstuffed with Easter lunch and too much chocolate, but eh, you win some, you lose some. I also spent a good deal of time on the phone on Sunday talking to the family back home and getting grilled about when I’m finishing my degree and moving back to the states. Ah family. Can’t live with them, can’t slap them upside the head through a phone wire.
Okay, that’s it for me. Back to the world of deadlines. Hope everyone had a not-too-painful Monday. I’ll catch up with you all later.
P.S.—I’m working at home today and watching one of our crackhead neighbor’s friends perform his morning tai chi ritual in the back garden. Is it wrong that I wish a bird would fly by and poop on his head? Probably.