Generally a nice weekend at the cabin. Didn't get in a run yesterday,
despite my desire, time and opportunity. I felt it best to follow my own
advice and not press a nagging injury into something worse.
20 very easy today, as my left foot seems to be doing better.
It would be so nice to just waste time chasing cars around our heads.
Unfortunately, as scout committee chair I somehow inherited all the administrative duties associated with boy scout summer camp. (I better not get started on how I feel about all the scouting bureaucracy or they may revoke my Eagle award.) So, instead of getting in a workout last night, I spent all evening (finally overcoming my procrastination gene) planning and preparing next weeks camp menu. If it were up to me, I think the scouts could earn just their wilderness survival merit badge by living off whatever they have in their packs or can manage to scavenge or catch.
I could force them to be studs like surviorman, Les Stroud, and eat off the land.
or they could feast like Bear Grylls.
hey, at least the scouts can be thankful there will be water to drink.
Anyway, I wanted to go 20 today, but my blasted left foot started acting up at 7 miles. I did manage to finish with an additional 90 minutes on the arc trainer so I'll log 16.