Ok....time to get back on track....with the blog

Alright. No more excuses! I will do this thing after every run regardless of how busy I may be. Last week I did runs of 3,3, and 12. I took the Wednesday run out because of how my legs were feeling and I think it helped. The Saturday run was pretty grueling but I managed all the way through.

This last week was not as good. I did the first 3 on Tuesday well, but when I got to Wednesday, it felt like my legs were just gone. It was the first time I had tried to do 6 on a weekday since the last cycle and I did not anticipate much trouble. I was very very very wrong. The following day I went really easy and things seemed to improve.

I have been trying to find some semblance of a social life and have made some new friends with my neighbors upstairs. I had a little cook-out on Thursday and we went out and had some fun afterward. I didn't get to bed until 1:30....this would be a trend repeated for the next three nights with some bad results on Saturday.

I could not drag myself up out of bed until around 7:30 on Saturday. It took me another 90 minutes to get my head right and get out the door....well it was about 35 degrees warmer than I had been used to and holy cow did it kill me.

I only made through the first 3 miles before I was just absolutely drained. I pushed along for the next couple thoroughly miserable. I decided to alter my route so I could get some water and hopefully feel a better. I ran/waled over to Washington Park and the water fountain. At that point I was just short of 9 miles of run/walking. I knew I could not run 13, but I was damn well sure I could get the distance out if I just mixed things up and continued on. I decided to do four 3/4 mile laps at the park and then make my way home. It was very difficult and at times painful. By the time I got home, I had been out for around 3 hours and the temperature was well over 80.

It seems really weird to say this, but I gained a lot of personal satisfaction from my effort yesterday. Things haven't been going all that well for me lately, and to just push myself to the brink of what I could handle really meant a lot to me. I learned how dependent I am on my routine, and that the early bird really gets the worm...because after 9 the worms are all dried and dead. Thanks for reading!