Day Seventy-Five

This plan is really getting me ready for my half ironman.  It is set
up so I am completely exhausted by Sunday.  When I am so tired during
my triathalon I will just have these Sunday runs to pull hope from.  I
woke up and ran about nine miles.  Hating every single step of it.  I
was tired and running was not going to be fun.  After I ran I swam.
It was the same as the run, every stroke was a huge effort that was a
pain in my ass.  I just wanted to sit, have coffee and read the
newspaper like a normal person does on Sunday mornings.