Last week, the long, slow distance requirement (tens and ones) was 8 kilometres. I really tried, but I could only manage 7.6. My huffing and puffing brought me so close and yet so far.

But I did it this morning.

a) for the prolonged warm fall weather, b) for the pleasant (if breathy) chats with friends during a Monday evening run, and c) for youthful running leaders who run slowly on purpose and pretend they are not plodding along for my sake. God bless their skinny hearts.

What an ironic quote of the day from The Bard. I only ran three days last week because I was juggling two book launches for my first young adult novel, Rachel’s Manifesto. And I’m available for more dates–a great excuse not to run!

Today is Thanksgiving Monday, so running club was cancelled tonight. But I did my scheduled 5K run anyway, 10 minute run/1 minute walk.

My quads have recovered from last week’s travelling lunges…I’ve been doing them all week trying to loosen up my thighs. They were pretty tight for the first few days. Through the miserable weather I’ve been using my treadmill.