Still no races here. But, it was the beginning of what I think of as the (really) long runs for marathon training.
This morning, I woke up at 0345, so I could get on the road to run 17 miles. I still didn't beat the heat, the humidity, or the sun. After these runs, I generally enjoy a beer with buddies (purely medicinal), eat a bunch of food, take a shower, and crash. Sometimes, I take an ice bath to help my legs recover, but (since I do not have a bath tub) the latter involves dogs, slime, and a kiddie pool, so I passed on that option.
Tody, I simply went straight to the couch crash - with a Simba compress. This is pretty much what it always looks like (from my point of view):
I don't recommend this for everyone - Simba only likes Sally.
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