Wednesday was horrible for running. Everything felt so dang hard. I barely made it 15 minutes of running before we walked. WTH? This from the girl who just ran a 10K???? I was defeated that day. The diet had been suffering and I knew it was having an effect, as I posted earlier.
So Amber and I were supposed to run early this morning. A dreadful nights sleep, too much caffeine after 7pm (note to self: a small coffee, + 2 cups of tea, + coffee flavored ice cream will not yield a quality sleep!) meant that at 6:45 am I was really dreading that morning run. Needless to say, I wasn't terribly disappointed when Amber cancelled. I crawled back under my covers and snuggled up until 11am. I had promised her that it would be ok and that even if she wasn't going, I'd still run. So at 4:15, I still hadn't run and the chances of going were dwindling. The guilt was killing me. I rose from the couch and set out on my journey.
I don't know why but deep down I must think that because I ran a 10K that anything less than that shouldn't be hard, but it was! It was soooo much harder than I wanted it to be. I set my sights on 30 minutes and wound up quitting at 35 minutes. I huffed and puffed as I sat down at my computer to figure out distance, so sure that I maybe made it 2.9 miles.
Guess what??? It was 3.25! So that helps explain why it was so much harder than I expected. Generally when you go from usually running at a 12-13 minute mile to a 10 min mile on a standard run, its going to be hard! I recovered quickly though and now all I feel is good. So happy that I got out there and seized this beautiful fall day!
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