I went too far today. Figured I’d run the loop – Old Mystic, down the Stonington side, past the Seaport, over the drawbridge, and back home on River Road – and get the 6 I needed, plus make up for the day I skipped this week.
Naw, that tickle I’ve had in my throat, or whatever it’s been that has had me sleeping whenever possible – that wasn’t going to affect me, not on a Saturday. No matter that it’s 40 and drizzly…
After about 5K, just as I was passing the seaport, I just faded – hard.
I walked for about 5 minutes, and thought I’d put enough gas into the tank to make it home.
I was wrong, wrong, wrong.
The hill that beat Warren on the bike last spring? Killed me this morning.
Worst part was getting home later than planned, and letting the wife down – she was ready to head out the door.
Ah well, tomorrow is another day. 4 miles, and I’ll hit 18 for the week. Not quite on track, but not bad.