Last week :
M : 5.5 / 7:27 / 354 ft
T : Wolf Pack 3.5 / 7:52 / 131 ft
R : 14.5 / 7:57 / 892 ft
Sa : 4.7/ 8:09 / 226
Su : run w/Ben 3.1 / 7:41 /118 ft
total miles : 31.3
Monday was supposed to be an easy day, but I found a new hill I wanted to run...and in the process of getting there somehow I started running fast and then I pushed the hill just a bit...so not an easy day.
Tuesday I again wanted to go easy, but got carried by the group. I did cut it off short though and let Ben go on and get 6 miles without me. Wednesday I finally took a day off, which I needed since I had run 10+ on Sunday and then run hard again on Monday.
Thursday I decided not to wait til 6 to run with the group, and started around 4:45. I wasn't sure how many miles I would do, I was vaguely hoping for something over 10. I figured if I still had energy around 6 I would run through the parking lot and run a few more with the group. I got there right around 6, at just under 10 miles. I hit 10 while running circles around the parking lot waiting for everyone to get ready. Then they told me they were running the creeper trail. I wanted to keep running, but I was getting tired, and knew I was dragging my feet to much to run on the trail with all its rocks and roots. Last thing I wanted to do was fall on my face. Also, I don't have a headlamp, and I suspected I was too tired to keep up with the group, but also I couldn't fall behind without a light. So, I ran 3/4 mile to the trail with the group, then broke off and continued my long solo run. Somehow I made it all the way to 14.5. It was long, cold, and lonely out there with no music or partner, but it was a great run and I'm glad I was able to do it.
I took my much deserved day off on Friday, and then Saturday I shoveled myself a path to the road and went for a jog in the snow. It was about 10 degrees out, so at least I could run through the snow without getting my feet wet...
Sunday it was about 7 degrees out for Ben & I's jog. Froze my face off, but the rest of me was fine.