Panic Monday

Panic. That's exactly what I did this morning. My legs nearly staged a walk out. 12 miles on Saturday, 4 miles last night and 7 more this morning. They've had about enough of this little adventure. In the middle of our lunges, Maggie announced that this was our last week of "base training" and we'd be switching locations for training starting next Monday.

The first part was good --- she said we wouldn't be running as far in the next phase of training (Yay!) and the location is the track at Lovers and the tollway which is a 5 minute drive from my house (Double YAY!). Then, she dropped this little bomb. The next phase of our training is called "gut buster training" and she said it is "more intense" which made me vomit a little. What could be more intense than this? Count me as afraid. Very, very afraid.

On a positive note, I wore my skinniest skinny jeans this weekend. Perhaps there's a silver lining in all this sleep sacrifice.