This was the Week of the Tight Hamstrings. For good reason, go figure.
Friday: rest, in preparation for...
Saturday: Mount Washington Road Race
Monday: 5.2m with the Runner's World group. Pain. Pain. Leg pain.
Wednesday: I intended to go out with the Runner's World group, but I wasn't feeling well when it was time to meet. I dragged myself to the gym a few hours later for an easy 5 while watching So You Think You Can Dance.
Thursday: 3m NYRR Wall St. race. My Garmin registered it as 3.2m. More on that later. I'm not happy.
Total: 21m. Considering there was some serious recovery going on in there, I'm declaring myself pleased with my overall mileage.
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"