Knowing this was going to be a somewhat crazy weekend I had fully prepared myself for zero workouts.
In all honesty I had faith I was going to wrap everything I needed to up by Saturday and be ready to roll on Sunday.
That didn't happen. Saturday was much more action packed and draining than I thought.Sunday came and I was in full recovery mode. Things took as much mental toll on me as did it physically.
Now that chapter is 95 % closed so moving on.
With the anticipation that this could happen I did come home from work Friday night and hussle my butt around to get everything set up for my pre dawn Saturday road trip.
By 9:00 p.m. Friday I was done with all pre arrangement stuff and would have loved to just hit the couch. But the competitive side took over and reality set in. My inner brain told me gear up and get a run in now, you may not get to in the next 48 hours.
So that's what happened.
I was excited to run, I'm just not used to pouring out the door this late at night. Anyone that has read my past knows I'm a morning or mid day guy with training, with the occasional 6 p.m. session.
But I laced em up and headed out. Was really needing at least 5 miles and hoping for 7+.
The music did help. I didn't need but 1 flask and the air temp was awesome. No real stupid drivers out there and I managed to run out just short of 10k, exactly 6.1 miles @ a 9:21 mpm pace.
It was pretty soothing to the body and mind and probably just what I needed.
After I got home and unwound a bit, I was in the hall way office reading and came across this article and I had to laugh because of "you know who"
Pretty funny,and actually insightful.
Have a good Monday.
Today is a swim day. 1500 meters at intervals.