Humble pie

If you read the post immediately prior to this, you can almost smell the cockiness in it. Obviously, I was feeling pretty damn good about where I was with the running. "Blah, blah, 60 miles a week, blah, blah, 80 miles a week, blah" But, as the title to this post implies, things didn't quite play out as neatly as I had hoped.

Two and a half miles into my twenty last week, my right calf twinged. At three miles, it just shut down. I ended up walking the three miles back to my car. It was a very odd injury to have come from running in that it never had a nagging stage or gave warning signs.

I was really surprised at how fragile a runner's psyche is, in particular this runner's. I guess I saw a lot of work going for naught so close to the taper and was pretty bummed. I crawled back into bed for a few hours. True grit in the face of adversity, huh?

But....that is all old news now.

Two really good things happened last night. One, I got in a 20+ mile run and felt strong and two, the Cardinals came back and won in the ninth. The world is right again unless you factor in the great umbrella shaft handshake, but we'll save that story for a rainy day.

(Also, for those of you who are my most detailed readers, I did smooth the data. Monday's run went into Sunday)

	M	T	W	T	F	S	S	Week	Month	Last Month
Miles	0	0	9	0	7.5	5	20.7	42.2	104.2	159.6
Rest	7	7	7	8	7	7	7	-	??	??