Things are Picking Up

Today is the last day of August and I just finished my workout for the day.   It was an interval workout which totaled 7 miles but had twenty 25 second sprints in it.   Unfortunately for my mental and physical state, I was dog tired during the easy 20 minute warm up.   So as I sit here pondering how I am going to keep surviving this training, I decided to do some sleuthing to determine the reason for my lethargy.

First off, let’s go ahead and rule out alcohol, partying and any other mischevious acts.   I was very tame this weekend (not the previous weekend!)   So no hangover or dehydration from alcohol poisioning.   I think I had one beer on Saturday and one on Sunday while working on destroying the arbor roof on my deck.

Speaking of destruction, swinging a 8 pound mall over my head while standing on a 10 foot ladder really didn’t fall under the “recovery day” format.   I could definitely push that into the “plausible” category for part of my rigor mortis feeling.   But the destruction is complete and the rebuild will not start until this weekend, so I have a break.

I did have a great run on Saturday at the LSU lakes with Christine.   Let me clarify that.   Christine and I rode together to the LSU lakes.   We were both running around some part of the lakes at the same time.   And then we rode home together.   I would never abuse her by asking her to run my pace.   Anyway, I ran the Baton Rouge Beach marathon/half marathon course and ran a little faster than I wanted.   Instead of staying on the slow side of my required pace range, I was pegged at the top end for the whole run.   So much for taking it easy.   That also is leaning to the guilty column.

But as I was entering my mileage on Buckeye, I looked at my monthly mileage.   Total for August was 139.2 miles.   Wow.   That could be it.   Let me look back at my miles when I was training for the 50 mile trail run.   December – 117.3 miles.   January – 116.4 miles.   Well crap.   Now I know why I am so frickin’ tired.   And things are just picking up.   My rough estimate looking at my plan will put me close to 160 miles in September.

Remember the song, “Wake me up when September ends.”   I sang it a lot after Katrina because we were inundated with trauma and distress 24/7 in the Gonzales area.   I have a feeling I will be singing the same song for a different reason this month.   I will literally be in a coma from exhaustion and will be begging someone to wake me up or pull the plug.

On a side note, this is a picture of my left foot:

Remember on Sesame Street the game, “One of these things doesn’t belong here.”   Yep, something isn’t right.   And Lara is not 5 years old anymore putting fingernail polish on my toenails.