This seems to be the common theme lately on the running blogs that I follow... Dallen is hurting, Duncan is toasted, Lydiard Mike is focusing on each footstep when he's not too tired to type, Rob is near the breaking point and Andrew seems to just be in a funk!
Most or all of the above may apply here in balmy St. Andrews. It's been really busy at work with presentations to prepare and meetings to attend and despite being a so-called rest week and I'm beat. On Tues I broke my 9 miles scheduled for the day into 4mi. on the dreadmill at 645am and a 5er after work, neither of which seemed too difficult, just dragging my butt sort of runs.
Today, almost falling asleep all morning at my desk, even after 3 cups of coffee and 9 mile run with 6x600 at 5k pace awaiting. But what a great day, +6C (44F) and medium SW winds of 10-20mph and so went in shorts and felt great showing off my skinny white legs! Once running things went a bit better and was able to do the workout, more or less, just going by time on the road for the intervals. Used my sidestreet hill by the golf course for the repeats and was able to get a bit of speed up going down at least.
After the run it was back to being tired and dopey for the rest of the afternoon. Tonite I hope to have enough energy for a few hours of volleyball and better get going now....
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Mike..I'm feeling the love. I'm toast..but this toasty 100mpw is sadistically enjoyable! I'll do it come hell or high water... Take care, Duncan
I'm off to find the couch myself in a minute or two. Heh, just so you know, ole man winter found us yesterday and tomorrow its supposed to be -22 or colder. Yeah I know, go ahead and laugh.
It's the volleyball that kills you! I'm glad the weather has finally decided to play along. I won't bother telling you how nice winter training is in Tucson, AZ.
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