I've had a bit of a cold this week and have been tired on my runs. Still putting in the miles (another 50+ week) but just not pushing it as hard.
Sadie and I were back on the trails yesterday. I'm less than a month away from the Iceland race, and just a month and a half away from the White River 50, my biggest challenge yet. I feel lucky to have some good trails to train on for these upcoming mountain runs. I don't have nearly as much vertical gain as I'm going to see at the White River 50, but it's good training.
We ran a very tiring 28 miles yesterday. At about 20 I wanted to just lay down on the trail and take a nap. But I wanted to go home too bad to stop. I felt weak. From the cold or the miles?... Sadie set another distance PR. She's a running rock star. The streams on the mountain are getting lower. These are Sadie's drinking fountains. By next month most of them will be dried up and I'll have to carry extra water for her. Yesterday I went through about 80 oz. myself. An aid station or two would have been very, very nice.
Hmm, is this the work of my semi-virtual-nemesis?