In between those, I ran another 309km in training, and I've run another 58km since Iroquoia. There's also been a bit of swimming and cycling sprinkled throughout that, plus a good chunk of walking and hiking. I even climbed a freakin' mountain in there.
As much as I enjoy the endurance dork life, I'm a tired girl. I've never done more than four 3-plus-hour running races in a year before, and Iroquoia makes five since February in 2016. Things ache, and kicking my butt out the door to train this week has been particularly tough.
It's time for a break, and I'm taking one.
I'm trading my spandex militia uniform in for my leathers, and hopping on my motorcycle as soon as I get home from work to ride off to a different country. This weekend will be spent marauding around on my (gas-powered) bike and carousing with friends-who-are-family at the annual Great Lakes Rally in Michigan.
I love running through the woods, and was delighted last weekend to discover a new close-to-home place with challenging trails and stunning forest.
|Dryden Tract is amazing|
|This ravine runs throughout the area|
|Buttery flow along the Grand Valley Trail - some of its 275km path runs through the tract|
|And some rather more technical singletrack to keep you on your toes.|
This weekend, though, I think I need some fun of a different sort.
Bah, who are we kidding? There are two sets of running kit packed in my saddlebags, and I've already got some routes mapped out.
There's just no help for some people.
I'm not running tonight, though. It's my day off.