|I originally looked grumpy|
but Mike told me to smile.
I'll admit: I was damn glad when this run was over. We (okay, mostly me) put the "slow" back in "long, slow distance." Partly that was starting later than we intended and having a laidback attitude about it, partly it was taking more breaks than usual (buying water, finding a plastic bag for my cell phone when it started raining, bathroom breaks), and partly that was the stop-and-go nature of running on city streets. But mostly it was just me being really, really, really slow.
|Willis Ave. Bridge. I'll|
admit; I'm sad the gong
My sister/coach called to check in Sunday afternoon, and I told her about my weekend. She was disappointed that I didn't do a cool down after the race, but she was downright irritated that I ran 15 instead of 11 on Sunday. "By accident? NO. If you said you ran 11.6, that's an accident. You don't accidentally run 4 extra miles!!" I'll admit; I'm impatient and want to be running more. I confessed to scheduling 13m to make up for Saturday's truncated run ("You don't get to 'make up' miles! They're gone! You just keep to your schedule!!"), but I swear that the extra two were an accident. I certainly wasn't about to walk home from the Bronx once I realized that I was at 13 miles and still two miles away from my house.
So, it's back to the schedule this week for me, which means I'm about to leave on my 10m run. Sort of back to the schedule - I blew off yesterday's run. Not sure why. It just didn't happen.