Sleepytime

Morning is fast approaching and I only have 6 hours remaining before I need to be up and at 'em again. The only problem is I vowed several hours ago that I wouldn't go to bed until I posted to this blog and now I can't decide whether making the deal with myself in the first place or my unwillingness/inability to organize interesting and coherent thoughts is more pathetic. Terrible. Just terrible.

Anyway, I've continued to put in the time and the miles keep stacking up. My weekly total was up around 45 again last week and I'm hoping to hit 50 next week before backing off to just 15 per week for two consecutive weeks. I'm nervous about overextending myself and ending up injured. I'm also slowly making the transition to a more minimalist shoe and praying like hell that it doesn't mess anything up. So far, so good.

It occurs to me that I should also include that, in my more downhearted moments, I worry that my pace won't get to where I want it to be. GPS watches are fantastic; however, in the hands of an obsessive, hyperventilating, nitwit such as myself...they're awful. I can't tell you how hours I've wasted debating whether my pace was slower than expected simply because I'm out of shape or because the signal craps out at different points.

I'll leave y'all with one final thought. One way of achieving the quicker stride rate that we all desire is to switch to a more minimalist shoe or even barefoot running.