Tuesday: 5 Tuesday: 5 @ 9:20 (No, that is NOT a typo!)
Thursday: 5 Thursday: 5.1 @ 11:21 (1% incline)
Total: 35 miles Total: 30.21 miles
I don't know what the hell got into me on Tuesday. I just felt like runnin'. (Tell the truth, you read that in Forrest Gump's voice, didn't you?) Considering that I had just run 19 miles two days before, I was SHOCKED that my legs felt that awesome. Splits were 9:26, 9:27, 9:30, 9:08, 9:08. What?!
Wednesday I didn't run because I was busy getting beautified after work.
Thursday was a slow, easy 5.1 on the treadmill. I set the speed to 5.3, the incline to 1.0, the TV to Big Bang Theory, and just ran.
I had planned on making up Wednesday's missed mileage on Friday, but when I got off work Friday evening, I was just beat. Plain and simple. Exhausted. Not an ounce of energy left in me, and knowing that I had to get up early the next morning and do it all over again, I bailed. Friday night was a pizza/ass planted on couch night. Saturday was no more productive. I briefly considered running my missed 5 miles on Saturday but then thought better of it knowing that I had 20 coming up the next day.
Ugh... the 20-miler... The story of Sunday's 20-miler is
here.
So I guess it's all downhill from here. I honestly don't know how I feel about that. My training is basically done, but I don't feel like I'm trained well enough. Sure, I'll survive the 26.2 miles, but I've already done that once. I don't want to just survive it again. I have a time goal this time, and I'm worried that I'm not well enough trained to meet that goal. I guess we'll find out soon enough... for now, IT'S TAPER TIME!