Yo-Yo Ben

2:41 is definitely not within reach. This week has been arse. I came down with a cold Saturday night, courtesy of Levi. I have struggled with a sinus infection since Monday. I should probably give up hope of my body winning the battle against bacteria, but I would like to think I don't always need to resort to modern medicine. Sunday's run was slow. Tuesday was an easy run replete with snot rockets. Thursday was horrible. 4x2 mile tempo (5:50). Maybe I had more fatigue from the half than I thought. Maybe it was the 80 degrees that actually made me sweat. Maybe it was the kid germs. It doesn't matter. I figure I should be able to finish the workout at pace, just with more effort than usual. The first two miles were on pace, but the breathing was more labored than normal. The second two were +20 (uphill) and +17 seconds. Not good! What am I accomplishing here? Build character, toughness, iron will. Right? The next two where +17 each. Grind out a subpar performance. Refuse to quit. The first mile of the last set was +27. Then I bagged it part way into the last mile, completely enervated. Arse. It's amazing how variable the body's performance can be from week to week. I don't entirely understand why. It ain't easy.