13 miles divided by 2

I was supposed to run long this weekend - like 13 miles long. I did half that distance on Saturday. Somehow, I got off on counting back my weeks from the marathon. I thought I was supposed to run 10, actually, then came to work and realized it was 13 and that I did not accomplish my goal for the week. Not only that, but I only ran 4.5 mi on Sunday.

So what's a marathon runner in training to do? Do I double up and somehow try to get up to that mileage sometime this week? Do I simply go forward and keep on schedule and ignore my failings?

What have you done that works and doesn't work?

Honestly, I am going to move forward and relish my light week last week - only 28 miles total, following three weeks of 40 miles each. I am going to thank my body for forcing me to take a micro mini-break. Why? I feel refreshed today. I feel good. My legs feel strong, but not tired. My mental outlook is positive. I am on week five of the 18 week training schedule. It's time to make a hard push to the end, gaining each week. In reality, this is the best thing that could have happened to me. I have had my break. No excuses going forward.

So here's to the following good runs this week: 7 mi on Wed; 14 mi on Sat; 6 mi on Sunday; several short easy runs in between. I am mentally and physically up to the challenge.

This & That for the Long Weekend

Tulsa's weather has been crazy and humid. It has rained - hard - every night and the mornings are lovely until the sun starts baking the streets, making all the rain steamy and the relatively nice temps feel much worse than they seem. I made a mistake of not waking early enough to run before the family rose on Saturday and instead ran at 5 p.m. Three miles outside convinced me to head home and finish on the treadmill. ACK.

N has impetigo and a double ear infection. The child had not been to the doctor since March 2006. He is generally extremely healthy and happy, but when he lays around all day Monday, napping off / on, we know he is truly sick.

Jocelyn loves to go outside and blow bubbles or play in the dirt. She cracks me up.

Warren and I discovered the wonder of a mojito last year in Florida and made them yesterday. Refreshing and yummy. It's my summer drink of choice.