Tens

I just can't kick this whole strep, now morphed into cold/sinus infection crap, thing. I'm waiting for my head to explode. While my lower, sexier voice might make me a few extra bucks if I decide to start a phone sex side business, I just am really having trouble finding any sort of silver lining here. And that's the end of my complaining.

I really wanted to get my 20 miles in Monday night after work. But my husband didn't get home until 6:00 and had to leave again at 8:00. Lest any of you think I am some sort of elite speedster, let me just clear that right up -- I cannot run 20 miles in two hours. Nope. Never gonna happen. Before my husband came home, I put Sophie in the jogging stroller and took her out for an easy two miles. This was our first time out this year, and it felt a little harder than last year. Not sure whether that was because she weighs at least 10 pounds more, or because I'm just not used to pushing that beast anymore.

Once Sophie and I finished our two miles, I took her back to the house, got dinner started for her and my hubby, and ate a banana. My husband came home and I got back out there. I decided to do my 8 mile loop around my house, for an even 10 miles. The run went suprisingly well, given how I've been feeling. The weather has been absolutely beautiful this week, and it is so nice to finally be able to run without freezing and in daylight. I finished up the 8 miles with enough time to hang out with my husband for a little while before he had to leave again.

I've got another 10 miles on the schedule tonight - at marathon pace. I think this should be doable. My 10 on Monday night was at about 20 seconds slower than marathon pace. Last Wednesday night, I did 6 at marathon pace, and ended up being about 15 seconds faster. I have two hard weeks of training left - a half marathon this weekend, and then next weekend, the last 20 miler. Then it's taper time!