Academically I understand the training logic of the long slow run. Drop your pace by a double digit percentage, crank down the speed, and draw out a distance that you’d normally run much quicker, all for the effect of honing your endurance stats.
Still, when you find yourself plodding along through the sun-shiny winter trails watching the pace creep into turtle-speed territory, it’s tough not to feel a little more than sluggish.
The weather has been cold, but it improved today, the temps pulling into the negative single digits. I’ve still been fighting this head cold (it’s almost 100% a sinus thing now) so I popped a few pills and it dried everything up enough that I was able to breath for the better part of thirteen klicks.
Thirteen. Thirteen wasn’t all that bad considering I went to bed last night thinking I was going for a twenty-four klick run this morning. But after a mediocre night’s sleep and some sober second thoughts, I figured I’d keep my milage low for another week. Maybe next weekend we’ll do a little more distance.