Today was the first day I felt like I was fried. I was off a work and went out for a 10 mile run. Nothing about it was pretty. From the first step I was struggling. I spent most of the run trying to figure out why: was it the crazy GI issues that reared its ugly head, the first run in the sun and heat (77) in awhile, the 15-20mph sustain winds, or just the fact that I went so hard last night I wasn’t recovered enough? It was probably a mix of all four. I desperately wanted to walk and was rationalizing that it would benefit me to practice walking fast when I’m tired. But that was not the point of today’s run so I stuck with it. My motivational pep talk: “Come on Cari: at mile 75-80 on race day you are going to wish you felt this good. Suck it up and just chug along.” True and scary. I use to suffer well on challenging runs but I have lost a little bit (ok most) of that skill: time to get it back. Most of this race will be mental so I can’t waist time and must start working on that.
After getting back my body was starving. Ate almost a whole large pizza all by
myself…not the best training food. I
think I was faster when I lived at home because of healthy home cooked meals
and not that I was able to train more.
Next up smoothie time.
I love smoothies: all kinds! The
thicker they are the better. Spoons
should be required for all smoothies.
Maybe this should have came before the pizza.
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