Bonked hard, momentum sent me to treadmill!

BIKE 1:50 and 32.5 miles, 2x[20 min 75@ + (3x1 mile 84@)]
RUN 56 mins and 6 miles of mental hell

The bike went great. Each of the 20 min intervals was 6.3 miles. I'm pretty consistent.

Then I went to work, after which I was going to run. Actually, I was going to run to work and back, but it was cold and raining. Actually, it was only kinda cold. In all honesty, I was wimping out.

The sky was foggy, but no where near as foggy as my head. I'm not sure if it was dehydration or sugar or both, but wow was I fogged up. Funny thing is, my momentum was great. There was no stopping this run. It was just a matter of how I was going to do it.

I picked the Y for a treadmill run. I was cold, the Y was warm. And I'd get to run in shorts and a tank top! Happily wiping sweat off my face.

After meeting another athlete who noted my tattoo and told me she was going IMWI this fall (YEA!!) I picked a treadmill in the corner so I had a brick wall to the my left and my front view. I didn't do this on purpose, mind you. But I think it reflected how I felt!

The goal was 6 miles. Simple enough. But I think I counted damned near every 10th of a mile. A running (ha!) dialog of what was going through my head would be a sad read. Anyone who could have seen me from the front would have seen me counting along with the treadmill (10% complete, 20% complete,...) and giving myself fist pumps and thumbs up to motivate myself.

At 20 mins in, I let myself walk and promised another walk at 40 mins in. At the 30 mins mark, my mental state was pretty sad, every damned tenth of a mile...

Around 25 mins another running jumped on the mill to my right. She played with her phone more than she ran. Two miles of belt running, but not her running on the belt, and she was gone.

I walked again at 4 miles (22 mins left) and told myself that the almond butter/honey/apple dessert I'd designed in my head around mile 3 would have NO almond butter if I didn't finish the 6 miles.

At 5 miles I told myself there'd be no honey if I didn't run through to 6 miles. At 5.1 miles I realized it was February. What an odd thing to think.

Afterwards, I felt better than I did before running, a runner's high + checklist accomplishment. But the rest of the afternoon I was wiped, no energy, useless, cold, and suffering.

I'm short on sleep, count that as another potential problem.