Another good week

Last week went pretty well, 76 miles. If anybody is reading this, it must be boring. Kind of like my running, not terribly exciting, just something I have to do. I am not particularly sure why I do it at times. Two hours a day, exhausted a lot of the time. Going upstairs and downstairs is painful. For what? For a ribbon or plaque every few months? I do it because I want to be good at something. I want to be better than average. Of course there are other things I am good at but they are not they same. Nobody claps after I teach a good class.

Most of the time I run so slowly. I run slowly because my legs are always dead. Always tired.. Once or twice a week I manage to run at a decent pace but then for the next couple of days I am crawling.