Despite the continued presence of The Winter That Would Not End, I had a solid two weeks of training.
I had my annual check-up last week. The doctor gave me his blessing. "You're perfectly normal" (his words, not mine).
I'm doing my best to keep the running from interfering with parenting time, but it's tough. Little Man now refers to Powerade as "Daddy juice".
My Long Run Sunday times haven't been good. I'm assuring myself that it's OK since I'm still adding weekly mileage and I've been mostly running on hills in the snow when I'm outdoors. But I'll be disappointed if there isn't a noticeable improvement once I'm back on a flat, ice-free bikepath.
On a more positive note, I'm already at the century mark for year-to-date miles. So I'll give myself a pat on the back for that.
Thank you for your support.
89 days until Buffalo.
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