I managed to crank out 235.57 miles last week. Not an incredible amount, but decent enough. About average for this time of year.

What wasn’t average about the week’s mileage is the amount of time it took me to get those miles done… 12h:03m. That breaks down to 19.50-mph for an average speed. Any way I slice that, that’s a fast week.

Monday was mercifully easy, then Tuesday was high on the octane again – it was a great night. It also wore me out. Big time. So it was received with great happiness when Chucker rolled out of his driveway with, “This is gonna be s-s-l-l-l-o-o-w-w”.

I needed slow.

And slow it was – and fun. I think we barely topped a 17-mph average by the time we pulled into my driveway. Sometimes I just need a slow day to get collected – to get my good legs back under me. The last couple of years I’ve come to really enjoy my slow days. I’ve managed to shut off that part of my brain that always defaulted to “I could be using this time to push harder and get faster”.

And I’m glad it’s gone. For the most part.