In a combination of not wanting to run, and not wanting to be running for a long time, I ended up pushing it into tempo range. It was only a 3.7-ish km run, but I'm glad it wasn't any longer. I was happy for getting out and feeling good until near the end, where I suddenly felt completely sapped. But I got 'er done. My buddy Scott says that's the biggest part of any workout (that's what I kept
swearing at telling myself).
There's certainly something there, so I need to pay attention to what my body tells me so I don't get mega-sick. I'm still aiming for 5-6 workouts this week, but they won't be too hard.
But now with just a wee bit over one month to go, we'd better get some packing started!