Week three of running could have been fraught with danger and failure, but somehow we pulled it together and remained strong through the storm. It really sucks when you take a few days off and your body gets a little out of the cycle of doing things. There were a couple of days this weekend where I absolutely just wanted to snooze like hell (and did for a bit). “A body at rest stays at rest” is what they say and I have been of the mindset that that was all rubbish until I started actually moving. As soon as you stop, you stop hard.

Luckily, being awesome prevailed and I gathered the courage to run these passed couple of days. Tuesday was fine: it was nice outside, a gentle breeze here and there. It was pretty much the best day to run. Today, however, was a tempest the likes of which I had NEVER SEEN. In reality it had just cooled off to about fifty degrees with high winds. I’ll say it here first: running in the cold wind SUCKS. It sucks hard and I hated it. That is until I turned a corner and it was blowing on my back. At that point in time the wind was awesome and it was my best friend and I baked it a cake.

I still haven’t gone too far above the distance that I originally started out running as. I think my problem is that currently my route is just a loop, and once I get to the end of that loop I’m back home again and don’t really feel like going on another loop. I need to expand the loop out and force myself to go further. I will investigate that for tomorrow.