I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
I am running on land consistently again. And all is right with the world. (Except all that bad stuff.) The workouts are given to me in minutes without any particular pace, but I am full of gratitude none-the-less. Now I have to concentrate on getting back in shape without getting broken again. I also need to concentrate on losing a roll of insulation I gained around my middle in Ireland. It is not doing me any good in this Texas heat.
Asa has decided he is afraid of the dark these days. Poor little guy. Last night he wanted to know, “What if bad guys come into my room at night?” I went with a “that will never happen” answer. And then I felt kind of sick to my stomach thinking about that possibility for the rest of the night. Yuck.
Eliot just walked in the door after a late night run for instant coffee, so I’ll leave off now to praise him like I should.
Training log: 2o minute run (Ultramarathoner indeed.)
Food log: Coming tomorrow for your scrutiny.