Well, friends, I'm Wheezing it up, but not in a good way. The training schedule I had so painstakingly laid out? Totally shot to hell.
We started running, and that's when it all fell apart. I wasn't stretching well enough before we went, so my leg started hurting halfway through our runs. After the pain kept up, I took a day off to rest. The next day it began dumping down rain.
Then I got a cold. Then Mr. Goodlaff got a cold. And then, and then, and then. It hasn't been good. My cold didn't last as long as the last one, but it seriously affected my lung capacity; I was out of breath walking the 20 feet from my desk to the printer. Then Mr. Goodlaff got sick. Then came two weeks of torrential, very cold rain. The running and the walking completely stopped.
Training in Seattle isn't for sissies, which apparently we are.
We are slowly getting back on the road again. We are back to walking, and sometime this week, there will probably be running. We have just over four months to get to a running-ish shape, and I know we'll make it. I just don't know if we will be able to run as much as we'd like.
Well. You know what they say--the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry.