I decided last night that, since I was feeling well, it was time to start training. I awoke sneezing, with my eyes swollen shut. The plan was to run long - eventually I need to get back to 20 milers, but I just wanted to see what I could do. I had a coughing attack that wouldn't stop; coughing almost to the point of retching, I was miserable. But undaunted.
I started off and immediately ran into the week's nuisance. Living on the only sizable lake in the city (with a perfect 5K course), I expect crowds for some event every Saturday and Sunday. Today was the start of the Dragon Boat races - which are fun, if you don't hear the drums inside your house all day when you're trying to do something else) - and bigger than usual crowds.
It was a miserable slog. Ideally, I wanted to run 15 miles, but my longest run so far this year is 7 [How can that be?!] so I was hoping for 9 or 12. I made it to 6, when my back and legs simultaneously gave out.
Day 1 is in the books. Again.
2014 year in review
3 days ago