I'm annoyed with my lack of self-discipline. So, this morning's run was "owed" on Thursday. And I owe the coach LSD 33k tomorrow.
I've decided I really enjoy 90 minute runs. I got to the estatic part of running after 45 minutes. My legs shed their heavy Clydesdale feeling, the muscles in my arms woke up and decided to participate, I ran taller and straighter. (keeping in mind always that a lot of my "running" shows up on the pace log as "fast walking" ratz!). Scores of gulls took to wing in rapture. I was mildly alarmed by the thought they were on a bombing run and I was below them. I need to bring my camera with me. This photo I grabbed from the internet captures some of the feeling, but doesn't do it justice.
I have something like 29 more training runs remaining until the marathon (10 weeks, 3x each). Every one of them counts, I tell myself. I can do this.
I thought about the week and my routine. I have so many windows of opportunity - No excuses. There's a shower in my building I can use. So I can run:
- before work,
- on the way to work,
- during lunch,
- in the late afternoon if I don't take a lunch break,
- on my way home from the office,
- in the evening (before/after) dinner,
- when I walk the god in the evening.