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.