Well, that there was a weekend.
And now I am incredibly exhausted, which is exactly how I felt last night, and at the end of my run this morning. The abbreviated version of everything goes something like this: my sleep last night was interrupted at best, so I got up later than desired, and started out a little too fast. Still, the first twelve miles (yes, really) were actually very good. Then I stopped to send a text message, letting the wife know I was a mere 4 miles from home, since we had an early appointment. As I restarted, I knew that it wasn't going to be great.
It wasn't. The short break ruined my flow, and I would not get it back. Here's the good news - today, I completed my seventh straight week of runs without missing any, a new record for me. Here's the not-so-good news - I had to walk. And yet, I don't care, because I did my miles, and that's the most important part of marathon training. The pace was slow, and yet it was done.
The rest of the day was spent catching up and running a little behind. With all the events of the day, I can't even wrap my brain around... well, anything. I think I'm going to bed now.
Happy Sunday, everyone.
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