AM: 3.75miles, PM:3.75miles
I woke up tired this morning. I was up late last night sorting out more fundraising, blog and web stuff. Even a cup of coffee didn't help shift the heavy feeling from my body. Getting changed into my running gear and walking into the bedroom to find Jack curled up on the bed (see picture) did not help.
On mornings like this I often wish I could just curl back up into bed and go for a super long nap. Jack has a great life - I am often quite envious of it, although not of that special operation he had a few years ago. He gets plenty of runs (at least 3 or 4 a day), several naps throughout the day, as well as a long sleep at night and lots of food. Sounds perfect! Although a recent trip to the vet revealed he is officially overweight, so we have moved him on to smaller portions in the food department. He's not happy about this and to show his feelings on the situation he has increased his drooling when watching me eat toast and peanut butter. Oops, I've mananged to turn the subject onto food again and this time dog food as well as mine!
Jack doesn't know this yet, but as my training steps up later this year he's going to start coming with me!
The idea of 3 PBs in 11 days over 3 distances is something I really want to do. However, I feel tired physically and mentally I am not quite right either (yes, I can hear the jokes). Alex said something to me at track yesterday which has been playing over and over in my mind. He told me that it is very unsual for someone to have such a long purple patch (I haven't had a bad race since last September - nothing but PBs and well placed races!). Now to most people this might seem like a complement and it was probably meant that way, however, I am now thinking I am due a failure or a bad race, whereas before, I wasn't even considering such a thing. Of course, I think that bad race is now going to be tomorrow and this has got right inside my head, add to that my general lethargic feeling and niggly legs and I am not in a great racing mindset! Compare that to Saturday morning, where my legs felt awful, but I was still convinced I was going to blast round the 5km. The perfect mindset and the perfect result.