Considering I ripped off songs for my titles, I figured classic novels shouldn’t be exempt. I will say, I hated this book. Madame DeFarge irked me on so many levels.
I planned to do a long run on both Saturday and Sunday back on Monday (when it wasn’t even close – it sounded like such a great!). But I knew I wanted to run on tired legs. After the 1/2 last weekend, I took Monday off and ran on Tuesday. I hit four miles and my legs were exhausted. It worried me considering my legs are going to be spent by the time I have to run 26.2. This is a sobering thought.
Just so you know – this didn’t happen. I don’t want to hold you in suspense. I overestimated my own abilities and motivation.
Nevertheless, here is the tale: I procrastinated getting started on Saturday. I didn’t feel good all day and the good ol’ Saturday lethargy was in full swing. I finally left at 5:15 pm and told myself I would run as long as my stomach would let me. Thankfully, I ended up being able to hit all 10 miles I had planned on last Monday.
The run went pretty well. I felt strong while running and didn’t even realize it until it was over that I never felt the need for a walk break. The route I choose was ridiculously hilly, too. I ran this route 4 or 5 years ago and while I remembered it was tough, I didn’t remember HOW tough. Also, the sidewalk was really uneven and this didn’t do my bum ankle and arch on my right foot any favors. I could tell I was compensating (my left knee was getting crabby) and I tried hard to hit the pavement as evenly as I could.
I didn’t bring water – bad idea. I won’t make this mistake again. A bug flew in my ear and stayed there for about 5 mins. It was a perfect fall day and the 30% chance of rain never manifested itself. I would say this counted as a dumb thing, a weird thing and a good thing. It worked out.
I woke up fairly sore on Sunday. While I had put on my compression socks the night before and (sort of) iced, I didn’t take an ice bath and considering the route, I should have. My ankle/arch were really bothering me and I was concerned about running on it for 19 miles. I finally talked myself into getting ready and was out the door at 4:15 pm.
I ran 00:08. Then I said, “nope, this isn’t going to happen”.
I used Rocktape to tape my foot/ankle but as soon as I started running my whole body started to riot. Wasn’t it nice of my garmin to track my failure?! My stomach was still disagreeing with me and I could tell with the first few strides everything was off. I decided not to push it. Maybe this was a missed opportunity, maybe I would have hit all 19 miles with only a sucky first few… maybe. Or maybe choosing caution was the right decision. Who knows.
As I am planning out this week’s run schedule, I am going to be a bit more realistic. See, I thought if I did the 10 miler first then I would HAVE to do the 19 miler since this was on my plan. Clearly, I found an alternate path. I am also not in peak training considering the race is still two months away and building up to these long back to backs is a much better plan! Or am I just making myself feel better?