The Crud
Hate is a strong word. I hate getting sick.
Preparation for the upcoming Sunset Stampede was going well up through Friday. It was then that a load of bricks was deposited into the center of my head without warning, and certainly without my consent. I managed to meander through the weekend, sleeping a large part of Sunday. Nonetheless, I continued to run on. I made it through a 12-miler yesterday afternoon, blowing my nose about every mile and a half. My pace for this medium-long run was actually somewhat more "speedy" than normal; perhaps this increased pace is a sign that some of my speed sessions are paying off. Or maybe I was just in a hurry to get home, take a shower and crawl back into bed. Hopefully the unknown force that put the bricks in my head will remove them with the same mystery before the race on Saturday.
After Saturday, I'll jump into a new schedule to prepare for the upcoming super-humungous 10K. I've continued running with the "in-training" group for the local big race in July. If nothing else, this volunteer work will have me running the race course nearly every Saturday. Thus, I should be intimately familiar with every hill and valley along the route. The size of the "in-training" group seems to wane as the weeks progress, but some folks seem committed. If nothing else the weekly group runs get them out for that week. Some don't run or run/walk during the week. As long as they can get through 6.2 miles on July 4 happy and healthy, they'll be fine.
Preparation for the upcoming Sunset Stampede was going well up through Friday. It was then that a load of bricks was deposited into the center of my head without warning, and certainly without my consent. I managed to meander through the weekend, sleeping a large part of Sunday. Nonetheless, I continued to run on. I made it through a 12-miler yesterday afternoon, blowing my nose about every mile and a half. My pace for this medium-long run was actually somewhat more "speedy" than normal; perhaps this increased pace is a sign that some of my speed sessions are paying off. Or maybe I was just in a hurry to get home, take a shower and crawl back into bed. Hopefully the unknown force that put the bricks in my head will remove them with the same mystery before the race on Saturday.
After Saturday, I'll jump into a new schedule to prepare for the upcoming super-humungous 10K. I've continued running with the "in-training" group for the local big race in July. If nothing else, this volunteer work will have me running the race course nearly every Saturday. Thus, I should be intimately familiar with every hill and valley along the route. The size of the "in-training" group seems to wane as the weeks progress, but some folks seem committed. If nothing else the weekly group runs get them out for that week. Some don't run or run/walk during the week. As long as they can get through 6.2 miles on July 4 happy and healthy, they'll be fine.
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