Yeah, as you can see this run didn't go according to plan. I was planning on 10 miles. And it didn't happen.
After yesterday's run my feet hurt, my knees felt wobbly, but none of my muscles hurt. None of that muscle burn I expected after all that calf-work and hill-climbing yesterday. So while I was optimistic about being able to run, I had some doubts.
TH decided to stay home and rest. She had the right idea.
My energy just wasn't there. I wanted to run, but not 100%. I think I wanted the number more. I wanted the "10". Heck even my Garmin wasn't into it--it ran out of battery before I even started.
So I drove out to Castlewood and tested out the new Cascadia 8's. The trail had re-frozen so it was a terribly rough frozen-footprint run that banged on my already sore feet. So I slowed down. I walked. I lost interested.
Brekkie was a little too heavy (more sweet potato and eggs with coconut oil) and wasn't sitting well. [On that note, food didn't sit well all day, dinner isn't sitting well right now either...]. I was climbing, descending, cornering, everything was going well but my heart just wasn't in it.
And when I hit just under 4 miles after an hour, my heart really sank. I didn't need another slog. This put me at 8 HOURS of being on my feets in just 24 hours. And my feets hurt. Was this worth it?
But I wanted to finish. But I wanted to stop. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to stop.
So I set 6 miles as a reasonable goal, hit 5.99, and stopped.
The rest of the day was a mixed bag. I'm awake but groggy. I'm moving but like an old person. My feets still hurt and wearing shoes tomorrow could make for a long day.
But how am I doing otherwise? I'm happy next week is a rest week. I'm happy with the effort I put into today. I tried. I went 1.5 miles further than I wanted to.
So go me! Another long week. A total of 52.5 miles running (11hrs), 18 miles indoor biking. Ugh, I'm babbling.
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