Our LSD (long slow distance) this morning was another 7K. It was a particularly rough 7K for my husband who had a few too many drinks last night. He was in rough shape this morning and I could tell that he was secretly hoping I would tell him he didn’t have to come. But he wasn’t getting off the hook that easily, no siree! So I dragged him along and he actually thought he was going to die for the first 5 minutes. He was mostly okay for the rest of the run, except for Bexhill. (Yep, we had to face Bexhill again – my newest nemesis.) Serves him right! I’m not completely innocent either, and the few glasses of wine and late-night ice cream cake certainly didn’t leave me in tip top running shape this morning.
We are going to have to take it easy on Saturday nights for the next 15 weeks. Running at 8:30 on a Sunday morning in the freezing cold is hard enough…doing it with a hangover?! That’s just brutal. And it will be impossible once the distances really start getting up there.
I have to give the hubby some credit because he was run the last 6 days straight. I had planned to do the same myself but did something to my back (at the gym Thursday night, I think) and definitely had to rest Friday and yesterday. I’m going for 6 days straight this week. Wish me luck!
But for now, I’m going to veg on the couch for the rest of the day.