Looking at my paltry mileage this week, I’m wondering if I have reasons for it, or excuses. I rarely run fewer than 12 miles, and had been looking forward to some progress after topping 20 (huzzah!) last week. But a combination of work deadlines, and an exercise in hedonism called a visit to the state fair kept me immobile. Not happy about it. But the fair is only once year, yes? I can run more next week.
SUNDAY: Planned off.
MONDAY: Progress! 5 miles, 11:25 pace. But feeling the effects of my record-breaking 23.4 (but who’s counting?) miles last week.
TUESDAY: Planned off.
WEDNESDAY: Unplanned off, drowning in deadlines.
THURSDAY: Unplanned off, the stupor of cream puffs and corndogs.
FRIDAY: Unplanned off, heavy rain.
SATURDAY: 3.5 miles, elevensies, like a hobbit.
Total: 8.5 miles, an unintentional rest week. 155 pounds.