12

Twelve miles. That's what I managed this week. Pretty meager, but considering the circumstances, I'll take it.

The fresh legs vs. sleep deprivation battle continues. It's a very interesting feeling during my runs. I feel great at the start, but slowly the freshness fades and the fatigue sets in. Eventually, the two meet, and I trudge along. Well, I feel like I'm trudging along anyway. Surprisingly, my pace has been somewhat quick (for me) on my runs this week. So, overall, I'd say I feel pretty good. Hopefully, I'll get used to the lack of sleep and Samantha will fall into a somewhat regular pattern. If so, I should be able to continue to build.

The biggest struggle has been my hamstrings. They're so tight. Now, I've always been a big fan of sleep, but I've never really paid much attention to how it actually rejuvenates your body. Anyone have a rejuvenation machine that I could hook up to during the day? Again, hopefully, I'll adjust. Of course, I know I have nothing to complain about. D did spend 9 months cooking the baby.