RUN 16 miles in 2:52
I need to face up to some truths, and need to knock down some barriers.
My stress levels are good on the surface, but I have some cracks I think deep down and hard to see on the surface. I get hurried, short tempered, and mentally confused. I don't think it shows because it's so transient. Moments. Probably linked to the hits of adrenaline that I feel, also unexpected and transient.
So it was probably this stress along with the cold forecast and long run that kept me GI system threatening to cause problems all morning before I left to get TV. At least that's what I'm thinking, it could be something I ate too. Hard to say.
11 degrees is not too sufferably cold, is it? If you're dressed for it, out of the wind, moving, fueled, and hydrated, I should be OK. Right?
We met up with JA and S from the Thursday group and took off at what seemed a faster than expected pace. I need to adapt to this idea of running faster than I expect to. I'm not the runner I used to be!
I was feeling great, it wasn't too cold on the trails once we were in the valley. The company and conversation were lively and fun. How could this go wrong?
In previous cold runs, I didn't eat or drink enough because my hands were too cold. Today I thought I'd solved the problem by putting hand warmers in my mittens. The warmers were 'warm', but not warm enough. If I opened my hand even a little, cool air moved through my fingers -- confirmed something I'd suspected, that my mittens are not wind as wind resistant as I think.
And my camelbak froze. I didn't blow the tube back, I wasn't tucking it into my shirt, and I was barely trying to drink. So by the time 5 miles came along and we stopped, the tube was a lost cause. I could get a swallow out of it, that's it. Thanks to TV, I was able to get water. Lots of planning, but poor planning.
So for the 12.6 miles at Lost Valley, I had half a big baked potato and half a powerbar with some water. That's it. I wasn't hungry though. I was COLD, getting shivery and confused. My plan was to sit in the truck a few minutes, warm up even a little, drink some, then finish at the minimum the 16 miles to hit my 58 mile goal for the week. But as we sat there, my momentum didn't pick up like I'd hoped. Even TV didn't seem eager to go back out, or he was being polite.
No way way I could do another loop. On the way home, I got sleep and sick feeling. The rice cakes and peanut butter weren't sitting well at all. But I was determined to finish, even if I had to walk the dang final miles. I set a goal of coffee, some food, then run by 1pm. I rolled out at 1:05, so not too bad. I ran to TGP and back, hitting the house right at 16.
All the way, more miles were dancing in my head. Two more and it's 60 miles, I need to walk the dog and that could be two miles...then I'm so close to 20+20 and that would be so cool... I leashed up the dog, and started jogging....and stopped after 0.15 miles. What was I doing!? Why was I so hung up on the numbers?! I stopped and walked. Told myself I was going about this wrong. And I was getting impatient again. I paused, breathed, and rewrote my script to a calm and peaceful one. It worked. I need more of that.
And I need to break this barrier and actually run the 25 miles in one day like the plan says to. It's a mental barrier.
Hope next Saturday is warmer!
NUMERICS 9:27 hours of running
RUN 58 miles
BIKE COMMUTE 20.7 miles
WALKIES 21.6 miles
and all 7 days with 15 minutes of stretching/rolling/strength
That adds up to 100 miles!!
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