Normally it is my thoughts that move faster than my mouth, causing me to speak in fits and starts.
Now it appears life has been moving faster than my thoughts, and it is my writing that has suffered.
Several times I have sat post-run, buzzing with the desire to write but finding myself unable to string together coherent sentences.
The end of summer has been a whirlwind of activity, both at work and at home. My parents came for a nice long visit last weekend; this weekend, we dealt with Irene and her aftermath.
And now I find myself only two weeks away from Chicago, hoping that I'm ready.
8/13: 8.5 miles with friends on Seymour Johnson Air Force Base
8/16: 3 easy miles
8/18: 3 easy miles
8/21: 10 miles with James
8/24: 4 miles
8/25: 3.5 miles - tempo run fail
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