not 9 miles…
It isn’t the 9 miles I was supposed to do this weekend.
Do you see the temperature? Surface of the sun hot. And asthma acted up. And left quad hurt. And right hamstring hurt. And toes (not toenails, the toes themselves) on left foot hurt and… should I keep offering excuses?
I just ran out of energy.
It is what it is and I can’t let it freak me out but I am running 20 miles on Saturday and… good god!
In other news, I needed this weekend badly. It was great to spend time with friends, eat good food, drink wine, laugh, and not worry about getting to bed early or getting up early or my run.
Clearly it didn’t do my running any good, but it did my psyche a world of good. Busy week ahead of work and running and that 20 mile day looming ahead of me.
56 days until the San Francisco Marathon.
And now, some fun pics from Rear Window at Hollywood Forever.