Drip, drip, drip
By the end of today's track workout John, Mike and I looked like Frosty the Snowman when Professor Hinkle locked him in the greenhouse. After the cooldown when we were standing in the parking lot, it was funny to watch the puddles around our feet grow.
Here's the comparison:.
The numbers are off again, but as I look back at my logs, at this point last year I had run 77 more miles. The other wildcard is how poor my speed sessions have been the first half of this year as I battled the hip issues. The key is to consistently do the speed sessions.