So this last week has been full of fun. IT band issues and my new friend the foam roller. Stress to the max. Allergies. Colds courtesy of the littlest and her pre-K germs. I did most of my goal-paced run on Tuesday on the treadmill. It was supposed to be 6 miles; I made it to 5.5. I’ve having some mental blocks lately, and the treadmill is sucking the motivation right out of me. I had planned on getting on the treadmill for my tempo run on Thursday afternoon, but the body aches kicked in and I took a nap instead. Friday wasn’t much better.
T and I have planned our schedules so that I do my long run on Saturday and he gets Sunday. But with how I was feeling, I knew that I wasn’t going to be running 12 miles on Saturday. Luckily with Monday being a holiday, I was able to get it done then. But let me tell you, that was the worst run of my life. I struggled every step of the way. I walked at least 3 miles of the 12, if not more. My feet were heavy and even though I was drinking and eating, I just couldn’t find my groove. I almost stopped at 10. I have to pass the turn for a 10-mile run when I’m doing my 12-miler and I *almost* took that turn. But I thought there was no way I was going to make the time I was supposed to, I might as well at least get the time and miles in. In the last two miles I could feel my left hip. It had popped out and with every step of running I took I could feel pain in my hip and my knee. So I walked it. It took me 2 hours 20 minutes. I was “supposed” to finish in 1 hour 50 minutes.
I console myself with the fact that I hadn’t eaten enough the previous week and I wasn’t feeling 100%. This week? I’m vowing to eat better, and I have been. I have a 16-miler coming up that I will be doing in Idaho. I’m hoping that it will go well. Though I’m trying to decide if doing it the day after I spend 7 hours in the car is better than doing it the day after I eat fresh corn dogs and cotton candy. Decisions, decisions.
So here’s to a better week of runs. I am hoping to feel good enough to do my 6 miles tomorrow on the treadmill and then run this weekend. That’s my goal for the week. Hit my miles. If I do that, I’ll be happy.