I only knocked out 19 miles last week, but considering I was traveling for work in the middle of it, I don’t think that’s too bad. My whole schedule ended up being thrown off. I planned to run Monday and Wednesday, but instead ran Tuesday and Thursday. Monday’s run got pushed to Tuesday thanks to my entire department (well, those of us who were actually in the office) deciding to get up at 4pm to just leave and go to the Mexican place down the street for tequila shots and a happy hour that lasted until almost 9pm for me and way, way later for the rest of them. Wednesday’s run got moved thanks to some dinner with my coworkers from corporate HQ. Luckily, I got home early on Thursday and was able to make it up.
Yesterday, I wanted to shoot for eight miles, but I wasn’t quite feeling it. I know the score right now with my running, but it’s still a little hard not being able to go a measly eight miles. Still, I know things are slowly starting to turn around and I’ll be back to real mileage soon. Not like I have a choice anyway, with Goofy coming up in January. I gotta get my butt in gear!