This is my worst favorite time of the year to be a runner, in southern Ohio. It's the week of deer gun season.
I don't go out on the trails or roads this week. This leads to a bit different training for me.
Monday: Schedule is 6 miles. Done on the treadmill. Felt difficult. Struggled. Thank the gods for reality TV, in the form of "Love It or List It".
Tuesday: Seven miles, after work. I go to the track by the YMCA. All locked up. Okay, I continue up the highway, to the little town I live outside of. The track is open.
It's dark out, BTW, 6.15 pm at night. I start my Garmin.
It promptly dies. Oh WTF, now I have to manually keep track of loops? Stay in the minute? I hate doing this!
Do this I do. I count on every loop. Eleven. I'm on eighteen. Eighteen. Twenty-two. 22. I make sure and focus that I know my loop count. (Thank goodness for podcasts, I can still listen and consciously count!)
I have been cogniziant all day that my next 100 run is in February. It's easy to loose track of a winter "goal" run, especially since the calendar hasn't been turned over yet. But I looked it up. 67 days away. I gotta keep on training..67 days is not that far away now!