Kickoff Tuesday

I’m not entirely sure how to go about this. My training schedule dictates that I run 5 days per week, and I am imagining that an update after every single run will get old quite fast. On the other hand, if I don’t update after every single run, this chronicle may not be the motivation I need. Administrative details.

First run today. 6 miles. 1:3137. I felt every single mile. It turns out, all the loafing I did for the last three months wasn’t actually conducive to getting ready to train for a 50k. Luckily, I didn’t try to do a 50k today. I would have died.

I tried a slightly new route. Big hill. Many doge. Sketchy neighborhood (Who am I kidding? I live in a sketchy neighborhood.).

The hill. The hill. At one time, I may have been able to run up that bastard hill. Today was not that time. I walked it. I’m a wuss. Also, the stupid, little, yappy dog bit me in the leg. Not hard. My leg is fine, but it’s the principle of the matter. I may have kicked him in the head. Not hard. Just enough to startle him. I couldn’t believe he did that. I still can’t believe he did that.

In conclusion, I’m out of shape and lunch for tiny animals. Such is life.