Mom told me there'd be days like this...

Well, no, actually she didn't, but it works as a title. By my accounting, after having run 3.5K, my trajectory has been one step forward and two back. This leaves me with an accumulating debt of one step per workout, so like someone who has a mortgage he can't pay, I get backwarder and backwarder.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It makes me wonder if my training schedule isn't too hard for my age and fibromyalgia, or am I just listening to my body as it shouts, "Stop, you cretin!!!", and paying too much attention to it? The "Complete Book of Women's Running", the bible I haul around, says in a nutshell that going from jogging to running is a matter of attitude, not speed, and that one must learn to get past that point where your body is begging you on a metaphorical bended knee to give up and go have some chocolate ice cream. The book doesn't go so far as to endorse wholeheartedly the "no pain, no gain" philosophy, but it implies that you'd better get used to the hurt. Or, as a woman advises on a runner's website, stock up on Advil.------------------------------------------------------On the other hand, this is the way it often goes: you have a sudden spasm of progress, then backslide for a few days, before you have another leap forward. This must be my backslide stage but it sure is lasting a long time. Nevertheless, I still have a tactic or two up my sleeve. I'll report on them if I survive the weekend. In the meantime, I'm going to lie low and concentrate on cleaning the refrigerator.