…Yeah, I was traveling for work. I ran three on the treadmill. *yech*
It was too damn hot to run anything else down there in Texas. Now I’m home and it is 19°F. Ahhhh…sweet…sweet…cold.
Now I can run….
The Continuing Adventures of Toots and Sally: Two Women. One Marathon. A Dream.
…Yeah, I was traveling for work. I ran three on the treadmill. *yech*
It was too damn hot to run anything else down there in Texas. Now I’m home and it is 19°F. Ahhhh…sweet…sweet…cold.
Now I can run….
Yesterdays 5 miler was nice. It was a good steady run plus it was beautiful outside, sunny but cool - though it was a bit windy.  No pooches running with me only lots of runners who suddenly appeared out of nowhere - don’t know where they’ve been hiding.  When it’s cold or raining I’m usually the only one running outdoors. Speaking of weather, we’re back up in the 70’s for the rest of the week, but then they are actually predicting snow flurries for Sunday/Monday…my closet is a madhouse with this roller coaster weather. Anyways, today’s 3 miler was pretty uneventful - same as the last one, during lunch on the treadmill. They gym is bustling with people these days; I’m surprised I was able to find a treadmill available. It’s still a “New Year”, I guess everyone is trying to abide by their New Year’s resolutions. Soon the crowds will fizzle out and the gym will be mine again.
“The marathon is a contest between your will and your resources.”
I decided to use run with Tucker again today. It had been about a week, so I thought I was due for some more punishment speed training. I was supposed to do a 35 minute tempo run, but I knew it would be balls to the wall with Tucker. Okay, maybe not…none of us have balls. So, we ran FAST and FURIOUSLY. When I looked down at the GPS and saw, at one point, that we were running a 6:15 pace, I considered inducing vomiting. I thought maybe that would make it all better. Honestly, though, Tucker is the ultimate speed training partner, and it is getting easier to keep up with him. I did not know that it was possible for my legs to continuously turn over at the speeds I am running with him; and DAMN that feels good. That’s not to say that I will take my eyes off of him anytime soon. The four-leggers are sneaky…evil…sly…and they have a vendetta AND an agenda.