Some days you hit the pavement… some days the pavement hits you.

Yeesh. My phone says it’s 67% humidity. That’s gotta be a lie. Unless it’s gone down markedly from this morning I refuse to believe that. It was Tarzan Movie hot plus 4. I felt more like I was swimming than trying to run.

Some days you hit the pavement and some days the pavement hits you. Today was definitely a pavement pounding me. There was A LOT of walking and I just felt… drippingly defeated. I’m a little worried about the moonshot in four weeks time.

I tell myself part of this is the heat and humidity. I tell myself part of this is the ongoing antibiotic popping recuperation from low grade malaria et al. I’m on a yo-yo recovery plan — feeling a bit better at the high and then rolling back down into a low. But I’m trying.

Those all though are excuses and excuses do not become us. I’m just kinda struggling getting back into things.

At this stage then I feel like there’s a few polar opposite approaches I could take to prepping for the moonshot.

Option 1: Taper, Rest, and Relaunch – in this instance I cut back on the mileage, going so far as to take a rest day. That’s already happened this weekend as I don’t have a race (again?!) and I could conceivably slip some miles. But I skipped more than a few days in Madagascar and look what happened there? Ok, ok… again, that might have been the malaria/dehydration/food poisoning/lack of sleep but still… I KNOW I don’t do well mentally when I skip runs. Which brings us to…

Option 2: Redouble the efforts, shock and awe the miles, and, say… there’s a few marathons down at the beach in July I could go do…so…

Option 3: Failure.  But as they say, that is not an option.