The difference a day makes

My half marathon goes October 3rd. For all you quick as a whip types out there, that's a Saturday. I've never done a Saturday race...ever...not that I've done more than a handful of races but they've all been on Sunday. Thus, my training schedule always had my long run on Sunday.

Without realizing it, I planned this week a little differently. After a two-week, mostly unplanned, workout vacation, I got back at it this week. I made no big promises to myself, only tried to get in three runs, three Shreds and a bike ride. I even - wait for it - did double workouts on two different days. I've never done that before. Seriously. What's wrong with me? In a good way, of course. Most importantly, I moved my third run to Saturday and made it longer...only a mile longer than the other two, but still, longer.

And now it's Sunday and I am LOVING that I'm done the long run for the week. Instead of waking up thinking I've got a hard day ahead, I'm laid back and actually looking forward to a bike workout and Shred, feeling like it's a bonus workout.

Ah, the head game that is training.

Did I mention I don't know if I like to bike? I'll let you know.