I suppose an added day off on what was a scheduled recovery week isn’t the worst scenario to have happened, particularly when I was able to squeeze in a solid workout and a long run. Still, for someone who likes to follow a plan... Saturday’s doughnut stinks.
On a weekend where Ally was away at a hen party, I definitely could’ve used an extra pair of hands. On Friday, an old varsity friend and his wife were out visiting from the
Amongst all the socializing and activity, I was able to sneak in a run. On Sunday morning, after the wee one woke up from her first nap (what a life, two naps/day) I drove up the peninsula and coerced her grandfather into spending some quality time with his granddaughter. Recognizing the opportune moment, I didn’t dawdle and out the door.
With all the exceptionally hot weather we’ve been having,
The run itself was great. I eased into the first few miles but after about twenty minutes I began to pick up the pace, holding a steady consistent clip as I ran to Island View Beach, before returning through the Saanich farmlands and circling back home. I was thoroughly drenched.
Week 12 is in the books, and apart from a missed 70’ cruise, I’m happy. My achilles has settled down (knock, knock) and my energy level is decent. Not shabby at all.
Saturday: day off (unscheduled)
Weekly mileage: 4h55’58”, +/- 69k or 43 miles