Notes
This felt like the anti-hammer fest. Just one of those days when you don't want to go out the door. I'm tired of my sinuses burning from the cold, hacking up more green than the swamp, and my lungs feeling like someone used them for a punching bag. I tell myself I'm being a wimp and yet I still don't really care. I actually looked up my mileage and calculated that even if I missed today I could still be on track for 4000 mile pace, like that matters for anything.
But I go out the door anyway. And the first 3 or 4 miles suck just like I thought they would. Eventually it feels like I am running, but there is no joy here. Welcome back to the grind.