After that 14-mile day last Sunday I took Monday off and that was the perfect thing. I was strong on Tuesday for the “secret hill” and ran with the big boys. Wednesday felt good again for seven solo on the trail in 51. Thurdsay for 1000s on the AHS track and here’s what I wrote:
83, 80, 81, 82, 80, 79, 80, 79, 79, 80, 78, 79, 80, 76, 74
didn’t feel too difficult.
Friday another solo 7 in 49 i think? Saturday I overslept and managed to fit in four miles.
Sunday. Sigh. Yesterday I met j-rey and he ran 7 on the trail with me, then he bugged off and I did another loop. So the first 7 were 53 and the second 7 was 47. 1:40 total. I felt great for miles 8 and 9 and really started aching around mile 10. I should have cut off at 11 or 12 but I kept thinking, “would Ryan Hall quit now!?” Ha, whatever. Anyway, the 14 wasn’t too bad.
But then I had a baseball game yesterday afternoon and I took a beating. I’m just not in baseball shape and today I’m sore all over. I also had a play at the plate where I tagged up on a fly ball, trying to score from third, and I did a hook slide to try and beat the throw, but the catcher tagged me in the face. I was called out and all I have to show for it is a gruesome, puss-oozing strawberry on my hip the size of a canteloupe.
I feel like taking the whole week off. Certainly Wilke tomorrow seems a menacing prospect. I know what some of you will say, and I know what I’ll probably do.
Man I’m sore.