What a month.  Day after day, week after week, I’ve barely been keeping my head above water.  Work, then more work, then endless, Kafkaesque red tape around trying to buy an apartment, then more work.  I’ve squeezed in a run everyday, but it hasn’t been easy.  Too many of those days have been one milers, not enough have been quality.

 

Still, I’m doing what I can to keep the wolves at bay.  Getting out there, and getting in some miles is keeping me sane in a crazy time, and remarkably, I’m even getting a bit faster, holding a conversation at a nine minute mile isn’t BQ speed, but its than I was just a month ago.  If I keep at this, stay consistent, and don’t get hurt, next year could, finally, be my year.