In which I lose an entire day from my existence, become horribly jetlagged and slack in the extreme.
I left the US this week and took the long, long flight to Melbourne. Due to the number of timelines crossed, somehow I got on the plane Friday night and 18 hours later got off Sunday morning. My Saturday was stolen! Which meant one day less for training coupled with a blindingly awful migraine on Monday and Tuesday, meaning two further days less for training. And zero cross training except when I excitedly made use of San Francisco Airport's Yoga Room (I know!) Eugh.
I did manage my long, longest to date this cycle, run. I felt ok, because I went super slow, but for the first time in a while I was booorrred. Need to get a better audiobook. Anyway, let the catch up begin...
Fri - 4 mile, RnR
Sat - I did not exist!
Sun - jetlagged to hell and hiding in my hotel room
Mon - migraine
Tues - migraine hangover
Wed - 8 mile long run, 11 min mile pace
Thurs - 4.5 mile, 2 min intervals for middle 2.5 miles
