Hopefully, he gets a bit of a reprieve later this week, but when he's working this much, it makes me SO thankful for the treadmill at home. Without it, fitting the runs in would be difficult.
And, without the running, there could be casualties.
Even with the treadmill, it's tough to get my desired daily mileage without him home.
So, I've been breaking runs up and often running half in the morning and half in the late afternoon or evening.
It's a sweatfest in the garage, but when I know I only have to run 2-3 miles at a time, it's not so bad to suffer in the stifling heat.
One thing's for sure, though: There's a huge difference in what I am capable of in the afternoon versus the morning. In the morning, my legs aren't too enthusiastic, and the runs are almost always at my slowest pace. The afternoons, by contrast, are when I can crank up the machine and, despite the heat, I always run the day's fastest miles then.
Still a far cry from what I've done in the past, but I'm hoping my ability to speed it up a bit on the treadie will help me with the evening 5k I have on the 26th when it's almost certainly going to feel hellish.
In the meantime, I'm looking forward to running outside one of these days. Where I expect to be much slower.