Three items of note to report, one "high," one "not so high," and one "fairly low." First, on Tuesday, I wogged five miles. In one hour. Consistently. Now, for those of you keeping track that averages out to a 12 minute mile. Which, by all accounts, is extraordinarily slow. But it seems to be my "happy pace." It's the speed I can wog without wanting to vault off a bridge. And, and, and...I can finish the half marathon in under four hours, which is really the goal at this point. My trusty ally in Tuesday's quest was the last half of Jack Reacher, and I have determined that watching a good action flick does indeed make the time go by easier. But it eats up data on the phone plan. Oops. Okay, so we're going to discuss the "fairly low" portion before the "not so high." Did you know that during a "long run" you will, at some point, inevitably, have to go to the bathroom? It's as if the motion opens up the flood gates. It's as if things...nope, you know what? Let's not discuss that. Just know you'll have to go, so go before you go and know you'll need to go during! Okay, so yesterday's wog didn't go as wonderfully as Tuesdays. It hurt. Even though I recovery trained, I rolled my calves, quads, and hammies, it still hurt to wog. I did two measly miles and hauled my ass onto the stair mill. So Tuesday's epic high crashed into Wednesday's achy low. And I'm 40 days out-ish from the half. I guess all I can do is roll, motrin, and soak. And most of all, keep trying. Hell, even if I can only wog five miles of the 13.1, I can mall walk the $h!+ out of that last 8! I'll tackle it like there's a shoe sale at the end and all I have to do is make it in time! See? It's always good to have a plan B.
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