No way was this month going to end without seeing triple digits. July will still show rather paltry numbers when it's over, but at least there will be a hundred miles under my belt.
Cripes, that's so lame. If this pace keeps up, which really is anyone's guess with a baby set to arrive in October, I'll fall just short of 200 miles for the year — a new record low.
My first visit to the Ledges Trail this year, which, hello, major family time on a Friday afternoon with perfect summer weather, but it was fun blasting by single-file lines of oblivious mothers, dim fathers and bratty kids who ignore trail etiquette. Move, people!
That will be me someday, won't it?
Sure, I felt like a badass flying over the rocks, but reality set in when afterward my running app displayed a pace of 13:13 per mile. Spoiler alert! You can't improve your speed if you only run 3 to 4 miles a week. You just can't.
Sunday would have been a great day to run, but yard work beckoned. Speaking of which, did I mention I got a new reel mower?
Last year, I had gotten a Husqvarna Evolution, which I strongly recommend you never purchase. It broke on the second cutting this year. That plastic piece of poop. I tried with all sorts of failure to contact Husqvarna to get a replacement mower (warranty!), but those Swedes never got back to me.
Sears had a sale on a Remington reel mower that is all metal and a total boss. I sounds like the BLADES OF DOOM when I cut the grass and can power through the taller stuff if it rains a lot or I neglect my yard, both of which have been common this summer. It kicks the Husqvarna's ass.
After mowing, I had to do some weeding of the frontal landscaping. A run still sounded nice after all that, but it was time to pick up the wife from work and eat dinner. There are still a couple days to improve this month's mileage. Maybe I can get up to 20 miles!