July is turning into a crazy travel month. I returned to Chicago from Ohio Sunday night for a full 16 hours before leaving for Birmingham, Alabama. I am only home for 1 day this week. Yikes!
So running... Yes, I am supposed to be in training. This time around my heart hasn't been in it as much and life is happening to get in the way as it tends to do! Last Friday I did miraculously woke early with every intention of running 14 miles. 4 miles into the run I was really struggling mentally and feeling physically sluggish. I realized that thanks to my morning lolly gagging I would not be back in time for my morning teleconference. At this point I made the decision to knock it down to 12. At the turnaround I realized my hip and my attitude were not going to get me to 12. Around 9 miles I called my husband and asked him to come get me at the 10 mile mark. Yes I may have run 10 miles but it was not my best showing. I was really disappointed with myself but glad I got something done before catching my flight home. As usual no running happened over the weekend in Ohio.
Sunday night I realized this week is 12 weeks until Chicago. Wow!!! Were does time go? I had a feeling life would get in the way of the longer plan so I already had plans to switch to the 12 week Pfitz plan. Monday kicked off with 8 miles with a 10 x 100m. I was able to get it done before my flight but I had only 30 minutes to shower, get ready, find some lunch (I've been absolutely famished lately! I've nicknamed the my stomach noises the terdactyl), and finish packing, before leaving for the airport! It was close but I made it!