August 31, 2006
the less fitterer
My legs feel like ass. My ass feels more like legs than my legs do.
Everything from knee to sole is sore or tight or tight-sore. Both legs. In the hot humid predawn I struggle to break nine-minute miles. And this week has been devoid of workouts since Sunday's hilly meltdown, so I have no excuse. My Number One goal in my whole entire life is to get enough sleep, to grab it whenever I can and hoard it. Today I worked from home and in lieu of lunch I took a nap; even after seven hours' sleep last night I still slept hard this noon until the alarm woke me up. Number Two goal is to find a comfortable sitting position, and Number Three is to get enough to drink and eat while I am not sleeping or running very slowly. Goal Number Four is to get through whatever running the Schedule says I'm supposed to do.
I've got a 15K Saturday morning in Ohrrlahnndho for which I must get up at something like 3:15 so I can get awake and functional enough to drive the 90 minutes over there. I have no idea what to shoot for. I love the distance, but I have always run it in fall or winter, and my PR was set in February in 55F weather. One might think I am in better shape now than I was in February, but then again, maybe not.
Posted by joe positive at August 31, 2006 5:45 PM
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joe+ve, can you get somebody to drive you so you can get 90mins of extra winks/90 mins less tension at the wheel? Either way, wih-shing for you to kick some "legs" in Ohrrlahnndho...
Posted by: corrado giambalvo at September 1, 2006 5:15 AM