Yo dudes. Yo. Luckily I have recovered from the Ginormous Cat Attack and Chicago Marathon training marches runs on. We just had our highest mileage week yet – 55 big ones! To get that high, you gotta do some decent sized weekday drugs runs. Here was Tuesday, for example…
Not even the morning lightning could stop me!
All those early morning miles leaves you constantly tired and hungry and sore, but I know it will pay off in October.
Needed flowers to mask my smell.
I’m still happy to report that I haven’t missed a single mile yet. Sticking to the training plan like honey.
Warning, I may have lost my mind somewhere along the way.
It’s been fun though, I’ve gotten to see a lot of interesting stuff along the roads. Amazing where your own two feet can take you.
With my friend, Annette.
The only thing different the past week has been that school is back in sesh. The once quiet pre-morning streets are a little bit more active. That, and I can hear the cries of children (along with wine corks popping from the ‘rents).
I feel your pain, kid.
And can you believe the little stinker is in 1st grade? Makes you feel old, doesn’t it? Well, probably not if you haven’t known him since birth. But if you have, then yeah…
He likes it when we draw on each-other’s pictures (no, he’s not on Snapchat, – just me).
Anywhoodle. The long run for the week was our first 20 miler of the training plan. I’m not going to describe it here because it.did.not.go.well. None of it was fun. Let’s just say that at one point I resorted to eating mustard packets from a 7-Eleven. Yeah, that bad.
Ugh, just thinking about this run hurts me.
But heay, we all have a bad run/day. That just means that the next one will be better, right? It’s got to!
And besides, you can always have a few craft brews with dad afterward to help feel better.
Yes, it’s a selfie stick. No, it’s not mine. The pub actually provides them for your own safety.
And besides, gotta carb load back up cause we have our 2nd 20 miler this Saturday! Here’s to redemption!
How bout you? How’s back to school going? Ever eaten mustard on a run? Is it wrong that I’m so proud of my “Annette” joke?
-Scott
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