Sunday's run seemed like such a chore. I am not sure if it was being lonely/bored out there, or what. Brad was riding, so he rode from home since his mom was there and I ran from here. We met up for lunch and it was wonderful. All I wanted to do was see him and not run. I did a 14 mile loop around town and stopped to stretch several times, but I think it was out of boredom than anything else.
Because of how I felt on Sunday, Brad joined me on Monday. It was so much better. An easy 8 miles with a stop at RR to exchange some socks. I made up the route as we went and it was a perfect 8 miler. We finished at an 8:50 pace.
I mentioned to Brad after dinner how I was just tired. He then said, "well, how many miles have you run in 3 days...?" 9 on Saturday, 14 Sunday, 8 Monday. The 9 on Saturday was in 25-30 mph winds, so that may have something to do with it. I was just blah.
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