Beating Myself Up
Doing pretty much the regular training this week, this last week of Summer A vacay before Summer B classes begin on Tuesday, July 2. (Been ready for weeks, tweaking the site little by little throughout May. And today I worked on — believe it or not!– Fall semester syllabi. Yikes.)
But I’m moving from my office-for-the-project apartment, back to the condo. Been doing things a little at a time, though yesterday Sam and I did some heavy lifting and got quite a few things moved, as well as getting an impossibly-awkward desk down from the upstairs — ya know, around the corner, down the stairs, around another corner, and into the garage.
But running hasn’t entirely gone by the boards — I have 15 miles this week, not a lot, but there was the little matter of Sub-Tropical Depression Debby (anyone else think that Sub-Tropical Depression would be a great name for a band?). Got in some cycling today, looks like all I’ll get this week — scheduled to go kayaking tomorrow, and there’s some loose talk that Pam and I will try to clean out the garage on Saturday.
Haven’t done any strength training at the gym this week, but don’t need to, as the whole week has been about carrying heavy or even not-so-heavy things up and down stairs.
The year is half over on Saturday (June 30th), and I won’t quite have 500 miles; therefore, not quite on schedule to get the usual 1,000 running miles for 2012. But maybe I’ll have beg months in October, November, and December. Stranger things have happened; depends a lot on staying injury-free, mental-illness-free.