final countdown

I ran on Saturday, and was going along just fine. The weather wasn't brilliant, of course, but it wasn't stormy or even snowing (yet). I did my 10+ out and back along the lakefront. The "out" part was a nice cruise, the "back" part was hell. It felt like a strong steady headwind off the lake the entire way back. I was actually thinking that I'd end my run feeling real good, like I didn't work too hard. The wind changed all that. I was only too eager to finish.

It occurred to me that no matter what I seem to set out to run, it's always "hard" somehow. Last weekend I ran for 20, and yeah, it was hard. This week I ran for 11, and yeah, it was hard. I was running 7s in the morning, and yeah, they were hard. Running is hard. For me. It's work. It's a workout! Wait, it's supposed to be, right?

Now I'm less than a week away from Los Angeles. Normally I'd be excited about going there (I am, honestly), and eager to get away from this lousy weather we have here. Trouble is, I know I'll be doing something rather painful when I'm there. I confess, I'll be glad when it's over, but I'm looking forward to getting better at this.

I didn't run this morning - another late night out, eating some fine homemade Bulgarian food....too much of it. Since I'm in taper, I'll only go out for an easy (yeah, right) 4 after work. I always have trouble falling asleep when I run at night, so I'm going to try to get out as early as possible.