Six and a half miles on pretty much zero carbs is tough.
But that's not what caused me to cave.
I was fine until lunch. And then, after spending two hours in the sun watching Ezra "play" soccer, the carbs started calling. Combining the cravings with the Texas-Texas Tech night game proved a bit too much. So I had some pizza and some beer.
I know. I am weak.
But that doesn't mean I am done. I'm back in the saddle and ready to finish this thing. It was a momentary lapse of reason, and I am refocused and ready to rock.
Bring on the raw.