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August 09, 2007

Uncle

This week started out well. Monday afternoon, I went in for my massive pool workout and kicked its butt. Tuesday, I ran a 5K XC race at a local park (one of the running stores puts on a 4-week series every August), despite the fact that it was about 4700 degrees outside. That one hurt like a mo-fo, since I haven't been running 5Ks or training for speed this year, but I did pretty well considering I went out way too fast and totally ran out of gas around the 2-mile mark. Wednesday, my plan was to get up and run a nice easy 3 miles before work.

And that's where I caved. See, my coach gives me 1-2 rest days a week, and I need them. My social life has been on quite the upswing recently, and trying to balance that with work, training, and sleep has been a challenge. Lately, sleep has been getting put on the back burner, and I've really been feeling it the past week or so. When my alarm went off yesterday morning, I just didn't have it in me to go for an optional run. I knew I needed that extra 40 minutes of sleep.

So I took it. And I'm not sorry.

Augustathon was a great idea, but for me? Right now? Not so much.

Posted by Dawn at August 9, 2007 07:39 AM

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Posted by: Amanda at August 9, 2007 10:44 AM