Monday AM - 3 miles along the sidewalk that is a bit off the north shore. Slow to rise, but decided rather than just dog the miles, threw in a few one minute pickups.
I forgot to mention that at the CSU race, my watch told me that I averaged 150bpm HR, with a short max at 166 mid race. I am not sure that is right or if the watch is off in regards to how it measures these things. It often has my resting HR in the 30s, but my upper HRs in runs has been shown in the 180s. I dunno. Not that it matters.
Evening - 4.2 miles on the sand, well at least for part of it. That is pretty tough. Caught it before it got too dark. And it is humid as anywhere I have been.
Tuesday AM - as has become customary ... the day 2 is always a bit tougher to get rolling on the travel trip. Contemplated staying in bed and not going, but managed to get out at it and listen to some of the new Coheed and Cambria release. 3 miles easy.
PM - 3.5 miles. Dark, hot, humid and headlights in the eyes. Meh. But movement.
Started think about how I used to handle this humidity shit better. I recall some stupid runs in Israel and Dubuque. Somehow I'd gut out 10 miles. It was certainly better trails there than this but I must have been more stubborn about getting the miles.
Wednesday - nada. Slept in as I was bushed. Did the engagement dinner thing in the evening (it was nice) so there was not gonna be any running after.
Thursday night. Got back to the hotel a little sooner so was able to get out for a bit of a longer jaunt but I paid for it. Total soaked rat at the end of this one. Squishy shoes and all.
Friday - travel day - and a long one. Another goose egg.
Saturday - back at it with AM practice for about a half dozen. Buzzed up to TommyKnocker to play the Burro Banquet - which game me an adequate excuse to not have to lace up for Masters XC over in Boulder.
Sunday - decided it was time to try to get back on the horse after an ineffective week. 10 miles.
A poor training week, but it came with the travel and to a challenging climate for me.