Sunday is my long run day. Every week I go out with a general route I plan on following, but I usually feel good enough to deviate from it and add distance at a time when I should be taking a turn for home. Last week I went what turned out to be 7.3 miles and felt both accomplished and retarded. Who runs that far voluntarily besides retards? This week I feel like I should join the retard hall of fame for pushing myself 8.6 miles, and at about a 15 seconds per mile faster pace than last week.

I am running a 5K race in two weeks. I was joking on a running board I participate on that 5K isn’t enough of a workout for me anymore and I should probably run it twice. Now I don’t think I’m kidding.

And by the way, I’m hardcore.