Day 67: Running on Empty
Threshold, Again? After yesterday’s rest day, I was straight back into a threshold run this morning. At this point, it feels like every other session is a threshold run. Perhaps someone is playing a cruel joke, or perhaps my training plan is simply designed by someone with a deep and abiding belief in suffering. Two seven-minute efforts at 165 bpm—around 85% of my max heart rate—made for a truly punishing start to the day. It was early, I was tired, and my brain apparently decided to opt out of the experience entirely. I don’t remember much of the run, but I can only assume I completed it because I’m still here to complain about it. The Day That Wasn't The rest of the day passed in a blur. I know I taught lessons. I know I did other work. But beyond that? No idea. It was one of those days where time moved forward, but I wasn’t particularly involved in the process. Even making pancakes for the girls in the evening—usually a fun, if slightly chaotic, event—felt like an exercise in en...