6:00 AM. 8 miles, from the house to LPT. Clear skies, 46F.
PM: 4 miles (pre-blogged) somewhere near moab...
(I'm writing this on Friday the 24th, now I'm back home...) Well, if I hadn't pre-blogged it, I probably wouldn't have done it. After driving all day in the heat and finally arriving at our camp, I just wanted to crack open a cold one and soak in the views. But I had to get a 4 mile run in. But first I had to set up my tent/camp etc. Then about 6 PM I ran 4 tired, hot miles. I knew within the first mile that I was going to be in for some tough runs this week. No matter which direction I go, I was going to have to run hills. Long, slow, often quite steep, hills. I think, this, my first 70 mile week, would've have been much easier without having to do these next couple of day's runs up and down these hills. But I realized that if I could pull this off without getting injured, then I might actually feel like I'm acheiving some kind of conditioning...I was looking forward to the punishment. |