Tuesday: I really need to make sure I get my miles in this week. I have this race coming up and I’m pumped. I ran two miles today, and I’m getting up early Wednesday to get my run in.
Wednesday: Alarm: “It’s 4:15 am.” Me: “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. I’ll run after class.” All day at class, “Man, I really am not feeling this run tonight.” After class, “Man, it’s really raining. I guess I can’t run in this, that lightening is dangerous. I really wanted to get those miles in. I’ll get up early tomorrow to make sure I get them in.” Right.
Thursday: 3am. Why is it so hot in here? Why am I waking up covered in sweat? Why does it feel like I swallowed a box of razors? Maybe I should check my temperature. Oh, it’s 100. That explains the sweat. Medicine, back to sleep. (Later, at a more decent hour) That tylenol helped, fever gone for the time being. I have to get five miles in today. I’m running tonight no matter what. (Enter rain) Guess I’m running these on the treadmill. (After 3 miles on the treadmill) Treadmills suck. Why do people run on these? I’m done. I have to make sure I make up the rest of the miles and add my other 2 to that. Four mile run for Friday.
Friday: Supervisor, “Did you get up Wednesday morning for your run?” Me, “Nope.” Supervisor, “Time your long run this weekend so I have a goal to get my miles in.” Me, “Um, it takes me two hours to run 8 miles.” Supervisor, “Yeah. What’s important is you don’t injure yourself though. Seriously.” Me, “…” Friday miles, 0. (My boyfriend found this exchange to be hysterical, by the way.)
I honestly love this guy. He cracks me up, and I found his comments to be entertaining. He makes it a point to encourage me, and he asks about my runs all the time. But as you can see, my week was less than stellar. I’m going to blame it on the mystery fever.
Enter Saturday morning. The alarm went off at 4:15, and I was up. Oatmeal, coffee, dogs out, shoes on, hydration belt packed. I step outside around 5:20, intent that I will hit 8 miles today if I have to crawl. The weather is beautiful, a nice 74 degrees with a breeze (and no sun!). Sure, it’s humid, but it’s Florida. This is about as good as it gets.
I’ve got a new power bar in my pack. I’m trying out new fuel, and I eat my first part of it about 45 minutes and a little over 3 miles into my run. I’m feeling good as I head towards mile 5, but around mile 6 my stomach starts to hurt a little. Okay, so the power bar is good for energy bad for digestion. I do think some of my bonked long runs may have really been fueling issues, though, ’cause I still feel pretty good. Mile 6 and 7 are a little rough because now I really have to use the bathroom and I’m feeling a little sore. My hamstrings, glutes, and left knee are pretty achy, but I expected some pain so I’m okay. I push through it, 7 to 8, and I’m done!
So, lessons of the week:
You can plan all you want to, but remember that intention and action are two completely different things. To be cliche, just do it.
Running slumps suck, and you really just have to get through them any way you can. Run as slow as you need to, but you need to run.
I can still run 8 miles. Next week 9. Two weeks, race.
Fuel is an issue, I’m not just making excuses why my runs have bonked. Time to try something else until I find something that works.
Task this week:
Get some gels.
Don’t get injured.