Yesterday I went out for a six-mile run and I died .68 of a mile into the run. My legs were dead. The kind of dead where the legs just refuse to move. It’s frustrating.
Today I went out for a run of undetermined length and ended up with three miles. The first mile was hell but I warmed up as the run continued. There are a couple of things that I’m doing differently: 1) I’m running later in the day and I’m a morning runner and 2) Hormones, hormones, hormones.
I will run for twelve miles on Sunday – very early in the morning. I’m sure by then I’ll be as good as new.