Sunday 020710

Holy crap did I feel like a bag of poop today.  Not because of yesterday’s run – but rather because of my late night antics curtailing appropriate rest.  I got three hours of sleep last night / this AM and I felt it all day – but mostly as a fuzziness in my head.  My legs however felt great.  So I went and got nine.  I knew nine would give me 90, and all arguments aside about not chasing numbers … I was too tired to fight with myself not to get it.  So I got it.  I started super easy, feeling pretty sorry for myself – telling myself how tired I was.  I got bored with my own excuses however and decided to up the pace a touch, and it felt good.  I have observed the phenomenon quite a bit lately.  For example on group runs, when I get there early, I will head out for some extra credit at 9 or 10 minute pace.  During this, I am telling myself how much I feel like crap.  I then join the group and I start running 7-7:30s and it feels fine (and the HR is not going crazy). 

90 miles on the week, over 11 runs.  Decent tempo at the front of the week (Tues), and a fair intro back to steeper stuff on the mill (Thurs).  Long run was the longest in quite a while.  Debating how much to dance with this distance week in and week out versus periodically going mid long at a slightly faster pace.  720 minutes.   February is 90 miles, and year is 449 miles and 3653 minutes. 

But for now, I need to get some sleep to get back on track.