This month I logged 24.11 running miles... ummmm.... I use to do that in a week (ok, so it's been a while since I've logged that many in a week, but that use to be my norm)...
A bit disappointing mentally, but, I suppose I have my reasons -- or excuses -- which ever you choose to call them.
I started off the first week of January with a bang, and then I caught a head cold. The kind that keeps you up at night, zaps your energy... About the same time, some major stress hit our lives. Nothing like a death, but, as I said before, the kind of stress that makes your stomach nauseous, so lack of food intake, being emotionally wiped out, running just wasn't the priority. The kids have had a few days of no school Mondays, always a bit harder when kids are around... the list could go on, but it wont.
Now that January, and hopefully everything it entailed is behind me, February starts with a whole new head space. I'm back to my goal of at least 21 miles a week. I wont beat myself up if I don't attain it, but I hope I get way closer then I did this past month.