This might be the first, but it certainly won't be the last week during this long training schedule that I pretty much bomb. Don't get me wrong, I worked out. I spun my heart out twice. We had many family outings that resulted in activity. Like Anthony Lakes and walks to and from Central School. I went out for a run Sunday and was gone for 45 minutes. I walked for about 15 of those. So. Not. Feeling. It. Blah. Kind of like my little Morgann on ski's. You want me to mooovvvveee?
On a brighter note, the hubs and I had a super fun date night. I helped a great co-worker/friend retire in style. Complete with Jaeger and Lemon Drops. That might have something to do with the missed Shamrock Shuffle, 10K, I was
supposed to participate in.
And even better than that? I found a running partner for Monday's during the lunch hour! Cheers, to better weeks of running. And the good life.
