Somebody slap me. Please. Knock some sense into me. I took Hudson Level 3 and tweaked down the first week because my mileage hasn't been that high this summer. Eight-milers became 6 milers, including tonight's progression run. Then what do I do? Run eight anyway. Yep, I need some sense slapped into me before I hurt myself. Anyway, no injury yet, and then run went pretty well. Ran the last 5 minutes at GMP. It was a Beat the Cop run tonight anyway; try to finish before I get tossed off the treadmill at 10 p.m. I made it. The couple on the other treadmill and the elliptical, I'd venture, got tossed; they'd barely arrived when I left at 9:58. |