The training plan called for a half-marathon race today. There were none around I could find, so I went out and did 13.5 miles hard myself. As usual, it was warm and stiflingly humid.
On the one hand, despite carrying and downing a boatload of Gatorade, I lost six pounds on the run. (I’m praying for cool and dry for race day.)
On the other, I turned 8-1/2 minute miles.
Feeling pretty good about it all…