Don't know what gave me more trouble -- the hills at Oucho's or the three hours of sleep before the hills. Probably a combination of both. Humidity didn't help either, although the breeze and a bit of mist kept it more tolerable than it could have been with the relative warmth (low 60s, 95% humidity). But the legs had no spring left by about the halfway point, so the last nine miles was pretty much a slog. I was the only Crackhead who ran more than 10 miles this week, so Tom and Hobbit probably had to wait almost an hour for me.
OK, I survived this week and the associated stressors. Hopefully next week, with no prom and hopefully no occupational drama, will be better. Six weeks to Newport -- and three weeks to taper. And I'm over 950 miles -- which took me until August to get last year. My year end total was only 1900. |