We're having accreditation at work this week, and my having to "do stuff" has kept me from writing on the blog.
Our trip to Plymouth was a blast: the weather was perfect, and it was so nice to see my crazy, eclectic family. How comforting it is to be associated with people I respect (and to share some genes!) Dave finally got to see people he's been hearing stories about for a year and a half. And...drum roll, please...I didn't miss a workout the whole weekend (but I did eat a lot of tasty junk food).
Last weekend I finished my longest solo run ever: 4 hours. The hardest part was the last three miles, which took me out of the shady, cool woods and onto the shimmering streets of Richmond. I didn't stop (figuratively) running when I got home - I drove Dave to work, went grocery shopping, cleaned the bathroom, studied for GREs, picked Dave up, and made dinner (yummy broccoli quiche with a homemade crust and salad). I thus have a new theory about recovery: pretend like you didn't do the physical work, carry on with your normal day, and you'll feel fine. Oh, and take the next day off from running.
My good online friend, Chiarunner, coincidentally mentioned triathlons in a recent blog post. I say "coincidentally" because I've been thinking about trying one out after my race this fall (oh, and I don't believe in fate). I think my legs will need a break from just running.
Finally, I'm off to another state this weekend, as Dave and I are going to a wedding in Kansas City, MO. This time I've decided to enjoy myself, run as much as I can, and give myself wiggle room in my workout schedule.
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Ok, I have to ask, how far does one travel in 4 hours? Are you still going lsd? Or did you speedily jet through a 40-miler :-P.
Have I mentioned lately how much you've earned your "hero status" with me :-)!!!!!!!
What tri's are you eyeing? I'm going to be a real wuss and just do a local sprint.
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