1 day off
6x10 mins. core
5 days in SLC
There's not much to say about this week. I predicted it would suck, and it did. The fact that I'm proud of myself for getting up every morning at 5:30 and slogging through 45 minutes on the hotel treadmill is in itself indicative of the sad state of affairs. I would've loved to explore some of the reportedly sweet trails near downtown SLC, but the necessity of early morning running plus the constant inversion led to icy, nasty roads and even nastier air quality. I do find it more than a little ironic that despite being in town for a trade show called Outdoor Retailer I spent no more than a grand total of 45 minutes outside the Salt Palace or my hotel the entire week.
|I snapped this photo while driving (well, sitting at a stoplight) to the convention center on Saturday morning. That would be smog, not fog, clouding my view. Gross.|
On a positive note, my legs should be nothing if not well-rested and recovered leading into next week. (The rest of my body, not so much, thanks to a particularly cruel redeye trip that involved a 3.5-hour flight to JFK, then 3.5-hour wait at JFK at the crack of Sunday morning for a mere 45-minute final leg back to Boston.) I'll need all the spring in my step that I can find since I've asked Jordan to put me on a crash course bootcamp schedule to ensure that my fitness is somewhat respectable for the Mercedes Half in three weeks. Time to get serious.