So Hutch was right, apparently this sport is pretty hard when you feel fat and out of shape.
Fairly unexciting week of running, 49 miles of Pallotta's-log-esque "ran xxxx today, felt ok" which actually means "cried as i put my shoes on, dreading feeling like a 40 year old fat mom lugging my ass around CT at 8:00 pace." That's a little overexaggerated, but didn't feel particularly good any day. Drove up to Boston for an interview on thursday, and paced The Chef through 6x800 in 2:36 with 2 minutes rest. She's running a 1500 at Boston High Performance this weekend and a 5k next weekend. Other than that, just a bunch of 7-9 mile runs. I'm back in the swing of things and will probably start up with an uptempo every week pretty soon.
Living the dream up in 83 Ossipee with Jerzy Corey and Q. We're pretty fucking fly. More exciting updates later. Work starts tomorrow though!
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