Time has seemed to move so quickly since the new year began. Work is once again eating up my life. And my apathy about running continues. Yes, I still run. But not as much as I should, even in this taper period.
And with not much enthusiasm.
After work yesterday, I ran 12.4 miles. I just couldn't bring myself to do my last long run over the weekend (though I convinced Jeanne to run). There were so many other things to do! Like watching this (spooky). And picnicking in the park. So much easier on your cardio system than pounding out the miles.
But I did run that 12.4 miler at an average 8:43/mile pace. I guestimate that most of my run was around 9:10/mile, but I logged several miles faster than usual.
Ouch: Oh, and my right foot hurts. I twisted it a little over a week ago, during my second-to-last long run before Carlsbad. 15.5 miles. In fact, I twisted it several times, but I kept running (well, limping for a bit). "Shake it off," I told myself. And I did. Until I twisted it again.
It hurt quite badly the next day. Now the pain - a bit more than a twinge, but not bad enough to need wrapping - comes and goes.
Tapeworm: And ... I am eating everything in sight. My appetite knows no bounds. Pasta. Rice. Cookies. Strawberry ice cream. Chicken tacos. Hmm .. getting hungry again ....