“Justice will be served and the battle will rage. This big dog will fight, when you rattle his cage.”-Toby Keith
Good morning! Today my heart is a little heavier than usual, as I remember a day that changed my life and so many other lives forever. If there is one thing that it taught me, it was to live and love strong, every single day.
I’ve been listening to Toby Keith none stop since yesterday. He was the only thing pushing me through my run yesterday. You all know how much I hate running on the treadmill. And you know how much I hate running in heat and humidity. Well imagine how much I loved running both yesterday. It was pretty muggy out, but I figured I could just make it an easy pace run. Well I got half way through and decided to run to the gym to finish the second half on the treadmill because my legs felt like sludge. Needless to say, I won’t be having any rest days this week and would rather run with a slight hangover than repeat another run like yesterday’s.
SO, we’re half way through the work week and half way through my first week of race training. I feel like I should be using the term training lightly, because it’s not like I’m really doing anything out of my norm. It’s just that it’s for a race and not because I just want to run a lot. Anyways, I did a 3 miler on Tuesday and 5x400s around Sweat’s track this morning. I forgot about the love-hate relationship I have with speed work. I know it’s good for me and my pace, but lordy at 5am it can be a little rough.
I’m thinking every Friday I’ll post a training week recap and maybe a look into next week. I can’t really decide. I’m all over the place. It’s 6 in the morning and I’m still waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. Excuse my mess of a post. Happy humping, my loves 🙂