End of Recovery

So my recovery week ended yesterday and it was so nice to just feel like I was relaxing on my long run. I actually said outloud the words to A Bear, "oh well I'm only going 9 miles today." I mean who says that? Only 9 miles, who do I think I am? It was a nice run and I did it at a 9min./mile pace about. Josie ran the first 3.5 miles with me and she was a great runner. She didn't try and run out into the street once but she was a little disappointed when she went to frolic in her favorite puddles and they had a thin layer of ice over them.
So for the week I did 19 miles which is my lowest yet but I did miss a run this week. I feel much better though than I did after doing 27 last week. The cold weather hasn't bothered me TOO much. I feel like I am prepared for it and really bundle up but it is harder to get out of my cozy bed in the morning. Especially on those days that I have a snuggly infant who feel asleep eating in my arms. So now I've made it to my final 12 weeks, I can't believe it, 6 weeks down!