It's OK to Feel the Feelings

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Although I'm still only half way through the training now, I am entering the " oh don't get injured now" mental state. Having come from a training cycle that fell apart a few months ago I am acutely aware of the many things that could derail this effort. At the same time, forward is the only direction I can go to get to the finish line. It would be nice to just press pause and wait for November 8, but that's not the way it works. Got to love the process they say. Yeah, I guess I do, but I don't have to love it all the time with the same intensity. I have to give myself permission to grumble every now and again so long as it isn't a sustained grumble.

 It was the double 10 milers the past two days. 

10 miles at easy effort pace on Friday 
10 miles at slightly more moderate pace on Saturday

I wanted to wait until daylight this morning, but it just didn't work that way and in classic form I decided getting the milage done would be better than staring at the clock waiting to go to bed listening to airplane white noise on YouTube. 

Nothing to exciting yesterday or today. Slight tightening in my thigh right near 9.5 miles today in a way I haven't experienced before. Felt fine once I stopped, but noted to make sure it doesn't resurface. 

One foot in front of the other.






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