Slowing my beep beep beep down.

Was going to take a "step-back" week this week and dial my mileage down to 40. But the step back is scheduled for next week. So, I'm starting one more week (and my fourth consecutive) with 50 plus miles.

I ran 5 easy Sunday and 9.4 easy today (Monday). It was supposed to be an 8-miler, but you know me and maps. I got lost. Again. I wound up doing an extra mile and a half. With no water. Uggggg. Afterwards, I had a big Belgian waffle, orange juice and a coffee at the little cafe next to Team Rogue headquarters.

I can feel the miles piling up on me. I'm not injured. It's just that my legs don't feel as springy. I've got the whole brain drain thing going on during runs. And after runs, sugar tastes better than it ever has. But there is some good coming out of all of this: All these miles are forcing me to slowwwwwwwwww down, forcing my body to burn a different type of fuel.

Slow my mutha-friggin-azzz down.

That's going to be my mantra this summer, at least until my body adjust to all these miles and all these hills and all this dang heat.