Vacations bring out the dreamer in me, the dreamer who thinks she is going to spend the whole week running through forests like a nymph, then stretching, then swimming, then maybe enjoying a massage or a hike or bike ride. But that bitch Reality always intervenes. Or maybe it’s her evil twin Sloth. At any rate, I wound up with my typical weekly mileage while on vacation, though with one plus: I was in the mountains of West Virginia, and did my miles on some not insignificant inclines. So I was tempted to count them twice. But I didn’t. No person is ever more honest than a Salty runner in her training log.
SUNDAY: 5.5, untimed
THURSDAY: 5.7 miles, 11:44 pace.
FRIDAY: planned off
SATURDAY: unplanned off
Total: 13.7 miles, and too much a coward to get on the scale ( always the case after any good vacation)