OK, so today is Sunday. Ignoring the horrible fact that I return to work tomorrow, I wanted to get into the habit of these ‘long run’ days. Sundays are convenient, so why not start today?
I wanted about 8 miles, since I was hurting from stepping/pumping/running yesterday, so I got ready, grabbed my strap-on (garmin, ha!), and strutted out the door, trying to push the forecast for rain to the back of my mind. Armed with a lack of sleep, and therefore a sweet lack of general coherence, I set off. I went in the opposite direction to my usual (pathetic 8.4k) route as I was hoping to add on a bit of distance, and hoped to meet up with the old route somewhere later on to allow my tired self to continue home on autopilot. Done! And at 8.1 miles I must say my mental distance planning skills are red hot!