I don't think I could be honest with myself if I didn't tell you
that the itching you've been having is because of me about my track session fail today. I was scheduled to do some 400m repeats, had gotten all warmed up at the track, was ready to blast out a few at 5:45 pace when I saw a kid get out of his mom's SUV. . . . . then another. AND ANOTHER. Before I knew it, there were 30 or so kids all walking towards me in full on soccer gear. It was then that I noticed that the soccer nets were set up in the infield of the track. Soccer game! Crap.
Now, I could have ran my repeats on the road - I had a garmin. But, I didn't. My legs were wayyyyy tired from the miles already logged this week, blah blah **insert excuses here**. I ended up running 7 miles easy and calling it a day. I hate it when that happens. My punishment? 16 miles tomorrow with 12 at marathon pace - or basically a 3 mile warm up and then a 1:35 half marathon. Oyy, I should have ran the 400s. Happy Friday!
Amorous? Big words are funny, right?