Fired Up

We're eight days out. Let's do this thing.

Back in town and (for the most part) back on my schedule, today was about returning to some semblance of normalcy. I got in my eight hours of work, and I got in my run.

Sure, the work was a little unfocused, and, yes, the run was on the treadmill, but it's definitely moving in the right direction. Today was only a 3-miler, and I didn't think I was quite ready for the Texas heat again. I'll worry about an outdoor run tomorrow (hopefully) before dawn when I do my last "long" training run of the season. That one's only 8 miles. Then a few short ones next week, and we're off to the race.

That realization lit a bit of a fire underneath me, and when I got on the treadmill today, I started it out pretty quickly. The first half of my second mile, I slowed down some so that I could speed it up for the last part, getting used to pushing late in the run.

With all the frustration and angst that I could channel, I even managed to keep the thing on top speed for my last mile.

With so many thoughts running through my head, I have to wonder how I'm going to keep my focus on my race plan and keep my head in the game. The obvious answer is, the less I think, the better I'll do. One foot in front of the other.

Just one foot in front of the other.

Friday's run:
Indoors / Treadmill
3 Miles
18 Minutes, 53 Seconds