I am either a glutton for punishment or I like living on the edge... of reason. Saturday was supposed to be my rest day, I went for a 6k walk. Yesterday I was supposed to do a 1h10 negative split and that went really well, I run about 10.7k but in the evening I went out for more and banked in another 7k walk. Tonight I run for 30 minutes and tomorrow I'm scheduled for hill repeats. Remember this post in about a week when my calf will be aching and I will be crying. How can I say no? This winter has been nothing like one. Look below, where is the snow? That's me, with a lamp post sticking out of my head.