Weekend before last was the Staten Island Half, which I've run four times in a row, now, and I finished with a decent time of 2:23. Decent because I'd run seven miles beforehand for my last long training run of 20 miles. I think I look pretty good in the pictures, actually.
If I were a person prone to panic, now would be the time, with only eleven days to go before the biggest running event of my last couple of years. I'm looking forward to it. Really, I am. Don't let my doubtful tone of voice fool you; I am actually full of enthusiasm. Really. No second thoughts here; none at all.
I managed to screw up training again and did not do this weekend's 13-mile long run. I got a mile out and decided to pack it in. I don't know what made me do that, but it was probably a combination of not feeling well, being dehydrated, having been out drinking the night before and not having had a good dinner, sleeping poorly, the temperature had dropped 15 degrees from my last run, and the wind was very blustery. It was just too much to deal with on a Saturday morning when my presence was also needed elsewhere.
So I spent the weekend out in New Jersey painting one of my sets.
Last night, though, I made up some of those miles and did the ten mile run from work to home. I was having doubts, especially before I got to City Hall, but those evaporated as I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge. Exact same pedestrian battle as usual and that served to help me feel good about the run. I finished up a couple blocks short of my house, actually, and picked up dinner from KFC.
Between all of my work and all of the training I've been putting in, I don't have a lot of time for grocery shopping.