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Hittin singles

So the last week spent in glorious Stillwater, looked something like this:
M: 16 miles, dirt roads/XC course, few strides
T: 16 miles, hilly dirt roads, really windy and hot
W: 15 miles w/ 11x 90 on/off, 3 miles Asher run
Th: 12 miles
F: 15 miles, 5 shakeout, strides felt really tight
S: 12 miles, stayed out late and had to entertain parentals all day so run was late and I ended up getting really dehydrated
Su: 9 miles, 92 degrees stiff breeze and feeling it from week, opted to not run again because of my issues yesterday, i wanted to ensure recovery and with the heat this week i needed to be a little careful and get ready for next week; drove back to Norman and invested in some ice cream.

I watched some decent films (The Big Year being the highlight) and some bad ones, cooked some tasty snacks and hurdled 3 snakes on the dirt roads without getting bitten. Im not loving the weather, it's never an easy time of the year around here, you either get allergies or gale force winds, heat, and humidity. I have never had great luck advancing my fitness in the spring IF I push the workout agenda. So my plan is to get in modest workouts and high mileage. The variability in conditions just makes it tough to aspire to paces and I think it's safer when training for the marathon to learn how to play to the conditions because I'm not foreseeably going to be in perfect scenarios for races and I am not so time driven at this point to be pulling out when I overshoot the pace. I also avoided to most pressing concern I had which was suffering an alcohol free day. It is a real concern because Stillwater is a dry county and particularly after Friday's miles, copious drinks, and late night, the danger lies in not wanting to get back on the horse the next day. But the training and resolve are there I guess.

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