It’s been another cold week here in Scranton, with some nasty wintry weather to boot. Well, aside from Wednesday, but we’ll get to that later. This week started off rough for a horrific ice storm on Monday, which made all the sidewalks around town complete ice sheets. The roads weren’t a whole lot better. Regrettably, I took the day off, but I figured it might work out anyway because then I could run on Sunday and better justify stuffing my face during the Super Bowl.
After Monday, I was consistent all week, doing my usual ten milers. However, given the extremely unseasonable warmth we had on Wednesday (it soared over 60 degrees), I decided to get my long run in, knowing it would be barely over a third that temperature on the weekend, when I usually do my long run. So I drove up to Lake Scranton and ended up getting in my best long run, and possibly my best run period, since before Steamtown. I went 6:30 pace for 14 miles, and it felt great. To only need shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. No hat. No gloves. No pants. And I just felt great. It was one of those days.
So it figures that I would feel sluggish and off on Thursday then. Maybe I overdid it a little on Wednesday, but for whatever reason Thursday was rough. Friday and Saturday were decent ten-milers, both around 7:20 pace. My odd propensity for almost always making my long run the fastest run of the week (often by far) perplexes me.
But, anyway, I’ll run later this afternoon, and probably get in 13. That would give me an odd 67 miles on the week, but mileage goals are somewhat arbitrary as it is, so I don’t feel the need to get in an extra three miles just to hit 70. Or, for that matter, going two miles shorter to hit 65. All in all, this ended up being a solid week, I will finally get above 60, and I should be in good shape when spring finally decides to rear its head.