And my streak is officially over.

I’m sore from my glorious 15-miler. I didn’t rest properly yesterday and now I’m still sore. Not like injured-sore, but like I-should’ve-known-my-limits-my-body-isn’t-thrilled-that-I-added-5-miles-in-2 weeks-I-need-to-effing-REST-sore. So much as it pains me, I’m sitting out for a day or two. I have my first half marathon of the season on Saturday and I don’t want to mess that up.

I’m not sorry about that run though. It was glorious. It was perfect. It reminded me how much I love running and why. I would do it again in a heartbeat (though I would rest the next day had I a re-do). And if I weren’t so dead set on PGH being my first full marathon, I would be searching for a fall one because I LOVED adding miles. It felt good. It felt right. And I can’t wait to push for the next longer run.

Working on trying to build a training plan for the month between JASR and PGH, while keeping the rest of my season’s plans, and future goals in mind. After my 15-miler this weekend, I’m hungry to build distance. If I weren’t dead set on my first full being PGH I’d probably be looking for a fall full marathon to train for. But alas, my love of Pittsburgh running prevails.

Puts me in an interesting place as far as training goes, however. I love distance and I want to build it, but I’m focusing on half marathons this year, and I’d love to see that PR time come down as the season progresses.

I’ll figure it out. 🙂