Last week was rather busy. I got in all of my training runs, including another day of hill repeats.
It can help having good company to keep you motivated, especially when you're doing something rather insane like running up and down a hill for no good reason right?
Sometimes running can really pay off too. I decided to take a slightly different route at the start of my run and under a street lamp (that was actually on), I spotted a dollar bill folded up. Score!
It also helped make the fact that it was 77 degrees and still dark a little less sad.
Saturday morning was going to be a really long day. I was out the door by 7 am (sleeping in) for my long run. The plan was similar to last Saturday where I would get in 10+ miles solo then Jason would run the last few miles with me.
The first 8 miles weren't too bad. I was going faster than I should have, but I had fallen into a good rhythm and it felt comfortable (despite the quickly rising temperatures). I got back to the house with 10.3 miles under my belt at an 8:15 pace.
Jason was not at all up for the run. He pretty much warned me from the beginning. Then he realized how warm it was so he was trudging behind me. He ended up breaking off at around 2.5 miles and I just finished out solo for 14 miles total.
As I mentioned, Saturday was a jam packed kind of day. We were having people over to celebrate Jason's birthday. I might suggest not running 14 miles then hosting a party. You live and learn though right? I had errands to run, a house to clean and food to prep. But I did make it a point to squeeze in a very much-needed nap before friends arrived.
The party was a success; it was a very very late night. I was up a good 3 1/2 - 4 hours past my usual old-lady bed time. This meant a later start to my Sunday run. I wanted to get in an easy recovery run. It was mid-70s and humid. So while the leaves might be starting to change and fall, it was certainly not feeling one bit like fall out there.
Jason was planning on going to visit his mom and dad, and I decided to take advantage of an empty, quiet house to pretty much do nothing more than prop my feet up and read all day. I felt as if I had earned the lazy time.
Do you ever reward yourself with a completely lazy day?