Let me cut to the chase here, my friends. I made it 2.5 miles in 30 minutes before stripping off a layer of clothes, getting back under the covers, and going back to sleep for 3 hrs. Never in my life have I cut a run that short! Never in my life have I gone back to bed! A nap, yes. Bed, no.
I finally just woke up and took a shower and as I have been beating myself up, “Coach” JWail has done a great job of telling me that it all sounds normal. That he has done it before to. He has gone out for runs or bike rides and his body just couldn’t do it and he turned around.
I walked .5 miles in. My first mile was 12 minutes. My second mile was 13 minutes before I made the decision that this just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t see myself finishing 10, 15, or even 20. The weather was perfect. Usually perfect weather can make me appreciate what I am doing and love it.
I took yesterday off, drank water all day, and ate well. All the normal stuff. I woke up this morning at 5:15. My goal was to run before the crappy weather came in. I’ve wake three days a week at roughly this time to work out-NBD. Today-Big deal. I drank a cup of coffee, a glass of water, ate a banana, and a piece of peanut butter toast. I did not deviate from any routine. I just couldn’t do it.
It’s defeating for sure. But, I am always one to listen to my body. And today I suppose I should do the same. I did come down with a nasty infection this week and had to be put on some serious meds, so perhaps my body is healing and in telling me something.
I have 5 weeks until the marathon. I just booked my ticket yesterday to fly into Maine. If I get one 20 pluser in between now and then I will be set. Really I have nothing to stress about that way. I am just more stressing about what is going on with my body.
Ever turned around and gone back to bed?
Tell me about your bad run, so I don’t feel so alone.