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Okay, I ran 9 last week and didn't blog about it. Oops.

I took Friday off and planned on running 14 before going to Purdue for Homecoming. Yeah, that didn't happen. Instead I went to this class at the gym called Total Conditioning (mostly because it was raining). There was a lot of legwork that I got to skip. I'm pretty sure the instructor thought I was a total slacker, but oh well. I did my arm stuff afterwards and put in some time on the eliptical (didn't fall off this time, yaaay!) and swore that I would run 14 miles on Sunday.

So, I actually ran 5. But it was a good 5. My legs/feet/calves are so sore, I figure the downtime can't hurt. Plus, I'm going to Chicago to do 20 on Friday with Ade. All of this before going to the Purdue/ND game. Where I will tailgate and drink beer (holla!). Possibly a reply of this weekend at Purdue:

I decided today that I kick ass. I don't know where that came from, but I'm tired of beating myself up for no being able to stick with the schedule. I'm doing the best I can, damnit. I have a house with a lawn that needs mowing, a job, and a dad and grandma whose birthdays were this weekend. And all of that is more important than killing myself for this marathon. It's going to hurt like a mug whether I kill myself to get 14 in today or not. Cheers.