Thursday: I had a 22 minute threshold run. I was supposed to do it on Wednesday, but I didn’t feel up to it, so I moved it. Granted, Thursday I also felt like shit, but there was no wimping out on that day. So I did 22 minutes, felt kinda iffy, but the time was there. I think I was averaging a little below 5:20’s through most of the time. Didn’t feel good, but I did it.
Friday: My AM 8 miler was really slow and shitty, my PM 9 was also not awesome, I ran 6 with an old teammate and added on.
Saturday: I went 9 miles and it felt pretty decent, closed the last 4.5 averaging 6:17, averaged 6:22 for the whole run. Didn’t feel great, but w/e, did the work.
Sunday: This was a clusterfuck of bad luck. I didn’t feel super good to start with it, but about 4 miles into the run, I got bit by a dog. I started to really feel fatigued after about 10 miles, and I only made it a little over 15 today. I don’t really mind, I’m at 88 miles for the week, maybe 89 when you add the little odds and ends, but I can definitely tell it’s time for a day off. My mother, being the woman she is, made me go to the ER and I just got out not too long ago. They literally did nothing, it was kinda dumb. Oh well.