The chicken and broccoli quiche Brooke made tonight. I’mma bout to go to town on it.
7.5 miles. Long run Sunday.
Four miles. First sweaty miles of the year.
Here comes summer!
Another weekend, another successful (and rainy) long run.
7 miles: 1 hour 30 minutes.
I was frustrated halfway through because the last few runs have felt as solid as they possibly could, but today it was tough.
That’s how it goes, though. Sometimes running sucks for no apparent reason.
So today was two miles. And that’s okay.
Six mile long run today.
Nice chilly weather and no rain makes for a good run. It’s tough but it’s getting a lot easier.
I wonder if in a six mile race of everyone 310 pounds and heavier what place I’d finish in.
This marks 10 days of marathon training.
Each day I’m able to run a bit farther before my first walk break. We live at the bottom of a hill and the first three quarters of a mile of each run are pretty steep; it’s a blessing/curse. Hill work every day.
They’ll be in South Korea, by the way. But I had to open Google to find out. Ugh.
And with today’s recovery miler, week 1 is done.
18 weeks left until the Seattle Rock and Roll. Jed and Pa are coming up to run it, too. Our own little reunion concert.
Four miles. This week’s long run.
Not long ago four miles was an afterthought. It was an easy 35 minute jog. It wasn’t long ago Pa, Jed and I were running four miles after we biked 80 miles.
Two years ago we did an Ironman and today I battled to complete four miles. I’m proud of it.
Today I was out there in my black shorts and my black rain jacket like a bearded cannonball barreling through the streets. And it felt good.