So week 4 of this training program is kicking my backside (to put it politely). Last week seems glorious in comparison and the truth is there’s actually very little difference between week 3 and week 4 in terms of miles but last week I felt like I was killing it – I thought that I’d have the 5 miles totally run-able in no time.
[I was even laughing and joking enough to take photos of how red my face gets when I run = but it sure beats the purple colour is used to turn when I attempting running for the first time at nearly 200 lbs!]
Maybe it was because I was going running with BF as she was preparing for her marathon and I was just soaking up all the determination and motivation that was flowing from her. I wrote about how I’d gone rogue and run 4 miles at an 11. 30 min/mile pace even though I’d only been meant to do 2 miles. Not to mention that was a whole minute faster than I ran the previous week. I actually kept pushing myself and last week I ran my long run (3 miles) at a 10 min/mile pace which is better than I could have ever hoped for, ever!. I was delighted! But I felt great, I felt unstoppable…..
…..I went for a run last night, it was 92 degrees (that’s about 30 Celsius) and I felt like I wanted to die. It was 2.5 miles of hell, I was hurting, I dropped my pace back to 10.30 min/mile but it didn’t help. I just wanted to stop so so bad. I could have run slower, but the slower I go, the longer it takes and the more tempting it is to take a walking break.
I have one goal for the 5 mile race and that is to run it – no walking breaks (that and to not be last!)
I managed to keep running and practically fell in the door of the house, collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table and literally couldn’t speak for 10 mins while I sweated a puddle onto the floor.
I hope that it was just the heat getting to me, that or the fact that my running buddy that I started the training with has dropped out (At least I think she has – she’s basically just keeps cancelling on plans to run so I end up running alone now L, I actually have no idea if she’s even going to do the race with me anymore ). I’m hoping that it was just a combination of these things and that the new found “enjoyment” of running I had up to now isn’t gone forever....I’d been hoping that the temperature would be cooling down what with it being autumn and all but I think South Carolina missed that memo.
Here’s hoping that my run tomorrow (2 miles) will go more smoothly – although speaking of things that aren’t smooth I checked the course map last night and the race has not one but 2 big hills in it. The final mile is pretty much all up-hill to the finish, and up until now I’m only been practicing on the flat….so there’s that.
Does everyone who runs feel like this, like sometimes you feel fantastic and how great your doing and then other times you wonder why you wanted to do it in the first place (when sitting on the couch with Netflix is way less exhausting)?