ORN: Nothing yet today, but yesterday I ran 6.5 miles in about an hour and twelve minutes or so.
This weekend was lame. I was a total lamer. Imagine this hand gesture slapped moistly against my forehead. Saturday morning I woke up and checked the weather. It was raining lightly. I totally could have run. In fact, it stopped raining five minutes after I went back to bed. Then later in the day I squeezed in three miles, feeling fast but not actually fast at all. Stupid time. Then Sunday, I woke up stupid early to run and did nearly the same thing. The difference? It was raining even less; I had even less of an excuse. The upside was that I did my long run at night under a gorgeous full moon. I could imagine I was outrunning werewolves.
Werewolf?
There wolf.
This morning, gravity worked to my advantage, and I seemed to have lost [again] those same 3 or 4 pounds I keep finding hidden at the bottom of beer bottles or plates of KFC. Last week, I ran about 23 miles. This week, I might go for 25 or 26.
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