Last week was a cutback week and oh yes, I cut back alright.
Here’s how it went:
Monday: A slow, 6-mile recovery run after last weekend’s 5k (where I reinjured the ornery hammy/glute) and half marathon (where the injured h&g hurt like hell but, in my infinite wisdom, I pushed through anyway.)
Wednesday: At it again, this time I only lasted a couple of miles before realizing that pushing through would do more harm than good. So I bailed and walk/ran it in for a total of 4 miles.
Friday: Plyometric intervals on the mill, only I walked the intervals so as not to rile the angry hammy.
Saturday: Rest. Well the Caveman’s work holiday party. So a marathon of food, although I did not overdo. Not that I was a saint or anything but trust me it could’ve been much worse. Plus surely I burned extra calories doing evasive maneuvers to get away from the lip kissers in the room. Yes, more than one.
Have you experienced lip kissers at a business event?
Fast forward to today: After resting the angry h&g for five days I gave it one last try. Great first mile, but the slightest uphill was no bueno. I turned around after just a mile and change for 3.25 miles total and put in a call to Dr. Miracle. Bless his heart he had an opening bright and early tomorrow. With Carlsbad just 6 weeks away, I can’t waste anymore time with this PIA.
