Week 1 is in the books, but I'd probably do better to refer to it as "weak one." The week started off well and on schedule, but some long days and then a very strange weekend culminating in an MRI on my ankles all conspired against me. I failed to get my Sunday long run in, which is not a tragedy but weighs on the mind.
With no more planned travel or extraordinarily long days planned, I intend to get the fire lit and peel off a few good weeks of training. It is amazing how fast one's body can betray him. It has been seven weeks since the San Diego Marathon, and at this moment I feel like I am starting at the bottom of the mountain. I've been here before, though. I know what to do.
Hopefully, the MRI results won't suggest any need to restrict my training. I really don't have time for that in my life.
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