Just a quick maintenance post here. I missed my weekly LR last week. Originally, this was scheduled as a cutback week but it became a push week instead.
This was a tough run. Sunday morning it was around 19 degrees...no sun...and a wind that wasn't evident from my front porch. It blasted me about a 1/2 mile in. I managed to turn away from it for a couple of miles but 4 of the last 6 miles had me taking it full frontal. I don't think I needed to use my own inhale function as the wind filled me up like a balloon with each breath. It seems like you can be maimed, embarrassed, or killed by over-consuming or over doing anything in life. I don't think there is such a thing as too much air is there? Death by air?
...and happy to be done....all things considered.
After a run like that, I rush to the mirror to see if, by chance, I might have sprouted two more chest hairs. I know my voice sounded deeper the rest of the day...