For some reason, I thought I ran 12 miles last week, when it was only 11. This week I actually have 12.
I had a very good training week last week. I did all my scheduled runs and workouts, which was tough to do in the snow. Yesterday’s 6 miler was kind of an interval workout because I had to dodge the snow plow circling through the neighborhood. He had to do the same 3 double figure eights that I needed to run, and half of the time he was plowing with both side plows down, going along the center of the road. I had to stop and waiting in driveways several times. Pain in the butt.
This morning I am somewhat dreading going out. I have to run at the park, but it snowed (AGAIN!) last night, so the sidewalks and paths are going to be either slippery, or slushy, or both. Not fun. I want to stay inside and sleep.