And we're all sick again. I used to love winter, now it's just months of colds, dark and rain. I had been consistently hitting 40 mile weeks until last week, I ended up about 32. I just lost all willpower managing injury, sickness, tiredness, and grumpiness throughout the family.

I'm back running nights again which sucks. Kids are all over the place with their sleeping. 

Times like these I wonder why I put so much effort into running these odd events. I'd get the same benefits from short races and probably even not racing at all. Maybe it's the hope I get some attention for something. Otherwise I'm really just like everyone else, or less possibly since I'm not sucessful. There goes that winter depression talking again, I love living here. 

I've began aggressively acting on this piriformis issue, strengthening and rolling a few times per day. It flares around 10 miles usually, and is tolerable but not ideal. I'm ready to pay someone to help. It always seems that when motivation is high I'm hurt or sick. I'm ready for speed work, for longer miles, but physically not there. 

This week will be tough. Kids are off school and the wife took some time off so less time to do anything, no Friday long run. I try to tell myself time off is good but just get antsy. I try to fill the gaps with calisthenics to clear my mind and of course an odd elbow issue pops up from no where, even before I start anything! I just can't win in the winter. 

Ok, my bitch session is over.