You know your run isn’t going to go well when you are already counting tenths of a mile by the time you hit a mile and a half. I set out in gorgeous weather this morning for a planned 13 mile run. I was going to take it nice and slow at a 10 minutes/mile pace. Mile one didn’t feel so great, but I figured I’d settle in by the end of mile two. Not so much. Instead of having to try to hold myself back, I found myself barely able to keep a 10 minute pace. My legs felt like lead and I was struggling for breath. I told myself I had to do at least 5 miles. Around mile 5, I ate some “energies” (what Jones and Shoo call Sharkies). I’d been drinking water and gatorade for a while already, but I was hoping that I’d get a boost. At the end of mile 6, I headed towards home, figuring I had about three quarters of a mile to my house and I’d just do that and call it a day. When I realized I wasn’t even managing a 12 minute mile, I stopped – at the very random 6.16 miles. I never quit running at a weird number like that, so I think that speaks to how wiped out I was.
I’m not sure exactly what the problem was. Probably some combination of not enough fuel (breakfast at 7, didn’t run until 10), too much speedwork lately, soccer with the boys, etc. It’s funny how last week I was like “I can so finish a half in under 10 minute miles” and today I was like “OMG, I’m going to DNF in a month”.
To make myself feel better, I decided to do my part to stimulate the economy. I had a gift certificate to Macy’s, so I headed there to start. I found a really cute pair of round toe patent leather pumps that I couldn’t resist. Then I headed to Victoria’s to well, let’s just say I’m tired of wearing stretched out nursing bras LOL. The girls are now back up where they belong. ;o) Then, because I’m a bit addicted, I had to stop by the Bandolino store. Two pairs of shoes later… Yeah, it was a good shopping trip.
Jones insisted on another soccer game this afternoon. I could definitely tell I was not feeling as good as yesterday. I did a whole lot less racing across the yard and a lot more waiting for him to get close enough to steal the ball from him.
Oh, well, at least the half marathon is still a month away. I should still be able to manage one 13 miler and one 14 miler beforehand.
sorry to hear about the cruddy run, but your next one will be better. 🙂
You’ve got plenty of time – there will be another day with more energy. 6.16 is a whole lot better than 0.
As a newbie to this whole running thing, it’s sort of good to know that it’s normal to have those not-so-good days. I bet you’ll be back to running your 13-miles at the less-than 10 minute/mile pace on your next run!
Sometimes those cruddy runs just happen. It’s some kind of weird universal law of running. There might not be any specific reason: You just had a bad run.The sliver lining to this, however, is that a good run must be on its way!
You probably just need a rests day. And i’m sure the retail therapy helped. 🙂
Sounds like you got some nice stuff to make up for the craptastic run.
LOL isn’t it great being a Mom! I wore my nursing bras for waaayyy longer than I needed too as well HAHA!I’m so glad you got to get some shoptherapy on 😉
Man, sister, I know these crappy runs are gonna happen every now and again, but avoiding the real cause of the problem is not going to help you. And you are avoiding it. I know because I did a cntl-F search in IE and the word “beer” did not show up in this post even ONCE! WTF is up with THAT, sister? I mean, “shoes” gets a couple shout outs; you stop to say “howdy” to your own ta-tas; even “Sharkies” (whatever they are) get an Obama Terrorist Fist-Bump … but beer?Just kicked to the side of the road like a common whoo-wer (as we say in Joisey)!You need to get your head right and the only way to do that is a full frontal assault on the brain cells. Sounds like a job for beer to me.And I’d just like to take this space to give a shout-out and terrorist dap to my own ta-tas, which are looking mighty good this morning, if I do say so myself, and that’sh not the beer talking, becaushe if it were, I’d be shlurring my wordsh.
Those runs happen sometimes. It was probably a good idea to cut it short. I just got a package from VS in the mail yesterday, so I can retire those nasty stretched out bras.
It sucks on a beautiful day when the running just isn’t in you. Thank goodness for shoe shopping.
Sorry about the crummy run, but I’m glad you got a little retail therapy in. Those shoes sound great, perhaps we need to see a pic?:)
You won’t DNF. You’re way too tough for that. :o)Yay retail therapy!
That was my Sunday. Glad to hear I wasn’t the only one.BUT, today was a great run, so THAT should be coming your way too!
It’s crazy how one bad run can rock our confidence. But you know what you are capable of, so don’t let this run get you down.Yes, a little retail therapy was in order (and shoe shopping is the best kind). I’m going to attempt a 9:59 pace or better in my half on Saturday. I’ll let you know how it goes. My longest run since October was only 12 miles.