I actually feel like I had a decent week of running last week. I knocked out 24 miles which is the most I’ve done since the first half of July, but the most important thing is how I’m feeling. Each of my runs felt great and I’ve felt strong.
Thursday’s five-miler turned into a 10k because I just didn’t want to stop. I was feeling amazing! And Sunday’s “long” run of eight miles felt unexpectedly awesome. Sadly, it’s the longest I’ve run in over a month, but I don’t think I would have had much trouble going another mile or two.
I don’t know if I’d say I’ve fallen back in love with running just yet, but things are starting to feel good and like they could be more on track.
In non-running, I had my last day of work on Friday and a bunch of us went out afterwards to celebrate. It ended up going all night until…honestly, have no idea how late we were up. Thanks to that, I spent all of Saturday hungover on the couch and missed my run.
