Well then.
Life, in all its glorious obfuscatory forms descended like a wailing banshee in the latter half of February, wiping out the MLCM training schedule as easily as a spoiled two year-old brat throws a tantrum.
Net result? No running for
seventeen days.
However.
Not all is lost. Far from it. Two days ago, in the chaotic wake of fast and furious February, I stepped aboard the treadmill, cranked it into groaning, wheezing life and gasped out an equally groaning, wheezy and appallingly slow but entirely necessary short run of just 6 kilometres.
It was enough. Some running synapses snapped back into place and enough of my brain registered that I was still a runner to return today for a far, far better feel-good run of 12 well-paced kilometres.
There is still time. Maybe only just, and life still has a few googlies and bouncers to bowl at me yet, but we'll get there.
Six weeks and counting.
6.0km 39min
12.0km 73min
YTD: 292.0km
Track du Jour:
Maaaaarvellous March.
