Runner’s diary, Thursday

This morning’s run — a four-miler on the treadmill while listening to the new Bob Dylan disc — was my fourth this week, two outside. My 16-mile total is my best in a while and the five-miler I did yesterday makes two weeks in a row that I did the five.

I’m not sure about tomorrow, yet. If I do run, I’ll probably shoot for three miles. I’m away next week, but plan to run and I’m shooting for 17-20 total miles.

Runner’s diary, Tuesday

It was one of those mornings. The dogs had me up at the normal hour of 6, which is getting old. I never feel completely rested these days — I probably need more sleep than I’m getting — but today was worse than usual. I felt like someone drugged me and just wanted to crawl back to bed after the dogs ate. I did lie down on the couch, but only for a couple of minutes before getting ready and heading out to the gym.

I opted to head outside, to run under the big open sky, and figured I’d let my legs decide the distance. Initially, I didn’t think I’d managed a half mile — sore right calf, sore right shin, tight left hamstring, exhaustion, etc. But I soldiered on and managed a slow four, finishing up with some much-needed stretching. My legs were fine after about a mile and tired by the end, but the pain actually receded.

That was 10:30. it is now 1:30 — three hours later — and I desperately need a nap. The coffee isn’t cutting it and ay the distance Given t