...and today was one of those days. I tried to run 10 miles. From the beginning, it felt like I was running with a ball and chain around my leg. At mile six I had to stop and take care of a gut emergency in the bathroom of a medical clinic. Once I finished there, I started running again...but failed to hit the right button to re-start my Garmin and didn't realize it for what I think was about a half-mile. So I re-started it then, hoping to soldier on, but in the end, disheartened and still dragging despite the lighter tummy, I gave up at about 7.5 miles.
It's the first time in months that I failed to complete a run as planned. I'm not sure why it happened, but it was probably a combo of factors: poor sleep this week (my kids are loving the trip, but not the being away from their own beds part of it); poor eating this week; 15 miles last weekend; and (ironically) no cross-training, which keeps my engine humming--I just haven't managed it between all the visiting and other non-routine activities away from home.
Not meeting a training run's goal always puts me in a grumpy mood. When I got back to my mom's house (we're in Columbia again after returning from Macon on Thursday), it took some guacamole and a mug of hot tea to make me feel sort of normal again. Though I know today's run doesn't bode well for my return to altitude, I'm looking forward to getting back to Boulder and our normal routine.
It happens to everyone and sometimes, there's no real (obvious) meaning behind it. The next one will be better!
ReplyDeleteIs your husband going to Helsinkini, btw? Mine goes to a town near Russia, about 3 hrs. north of there. You're not missing a ton by not going, but it is a neat cultural experience. Tell him he has to do the sauna!