Whew, it was a tough weekend. But, I started out the weekend 'carb loading' on no-nutritional-value nachos and beer at the Missions game Friday night. Sadly, it was a no-hitter against us...
Saturday morning was me and 15 miles. Luckily, Hurricane Don 'roared' in and misted on me for the first hour or so. Afterward, I chowed, showered, and slept. Sunday morning was almost 7 miles in the heat and humidity at Fleet Feet. Surprisingly, my legs felt pretty good, but my feet were tired of being smacked against asphalt. Afterward, I chowed, showered, and slept. And, when I awoke, I was still tired and hungry.
Luckily, this week is a step-down training week, and I need it - especially since tomorrow's supposed to be around 103 degrees. And I need to catch up on housework - the tumblefurs out-number me, and I fear they may revolt.
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