most frightening thing of it all: i am sort of getting used to sleeping in already.
i am sick as a dog. the pandemic and terrible cold that has struck so many loved ones around me has finally flipped over the rock i was apparently hiding under and sunk it's icy talons into my chest, throat and face. youch.
so anywayz... it's been a weird month this here January. i did a lot of long and slow shit-jogging and really kind of sandbagged most of the track and tempo workouts. i couldn't tell you why but i skipped nearly every hill/strength gig too. i was really only faithful to jogging workouts.
and while i am happy that i took advantage of the bounty of free time i had [mostly] on Saturday mornings (with 20, 26, 31, and 25 mile runs) i don't feel like this generally sluggish base-build-o-rama program has done much for me.
once i kick this bug i'ma get me my kick back.
the local classic Zena Road Run 15k is this weekend and at this rate i'll be jogging the thing with a whitney/tina mixed tape in vs. attempting to chase Oregon Track Club and Bowerman AC's masters extraordinaires.
hope you chase a wild dream this year kiddos! if you don't you won't.