Or is it?

Well, a long slow week it's been, with hardly a workout. I kept it loose on Monday, with a light little Jog with Liz through the park, while Tuesday brought on a 20 minute tempo effort. I have to say that Tuesday, I was lighting the trails on fire while running - very fast, and very strong, despite the short distance. Wednesday, I tooled around on the mountain bike for about an hour or so, right around dusk, just getting ready for my favorite fall evening passtime: night-riding.

But yesterday and today were the hardest workouts of them all - none at all. That's right, full recovery days, off the legs, and nothing but carbing up for that big run on Sunday. My legs, supposedly filled to the brim and overflowing with precious glycogen now, are feeling heavy and awkward. I'll do a tune-up run tommorow, but nothing longer than a few miles. Looking in the mirror, I need to ask myself: "Self? Are you really a runner?"

Twenty Six Point Two.