Uggghhhughhghhg. Friday morning I said to Cordelia, “Is it really Friday? Did I really make it?” This week was demanding at work, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have mental energy left for running. My body and brain were so over hard workouts. All I wanted was to run until I felt free from anxieties, so I could return to those anxieties fresh and focused. At least my roughest running day was 9 miles.
Monday — Goal was 5@7:30 with Anna. She nailed it. I did 7:40, 7:25, 7:35, 8:19, 8:32. Heat? Fatigue? Who knows. Compared to Richland Creek Run this workout was sh*t, but it’s what was available. And I always enjoy Anna. 5 miles
Tuesday — Easy around the track while everyone else did 1000s. I paced Geo the last 300 each time. Weight room stuff. 4.5 miles
Wednesday — Rest day. 0 miles
Thursday — NRC West fun. A mess of an off-track run with angry, frustrated thoughts. Vowed to take time off track. Pressure to perform at a high level twice a week every week has worn.me.down. 9 miles
Friday — Easy sunrise run by myself. 4.5 miles
Saturday — Found myself alone most of the run. Had a headache, and was emotionally hungover still from Thursday. I spaced out like I do on the patio with a cup of coffee, but I was covering ground at the faster end of my goal long run pace range. 10 miles
Sunday — Planned to run in Chattanooga (visiting a friend), but sleep and antiquing beckoned. 0 miles