Just like the title of the post says… today’s run was a Fail. With a capital F.
I was actually really excited today for some reason… it may have been my new Zensah compression leg sleeves… but… at 6 am I was happy. See?
It was nice out this morning and around 50 degrees when I started a little after 6. The run started off well… I was pretty comfortable until I got to mile 10. I just kept thinking, “Welp. You’re halfway there. Go you.”
Miles 12-14 were MIZ. I don’t know what is is about those miles, but I seriously struggled to get through them. I stopped and stretched a little bit because I started feeling tight, and then all the marathon training team groups started running circles around me, so of course I felt awkward, slow, fat, gross, etc., and I wanted to get away from them as fast as possible.
I am so intimidated by runners in packs.
But, by the time I hit mile 15, I was feeling pretty positive, I was ahead of schedule on time, and I only had five miles left… which sounded wonderful.
Unfortunately, at about 17, my worst nightmare almost happened. This may be a little TMI, but I’ve had stomach issues for as long as I can remember. I’ve been to doctors out the wazoo, and basically, diagnosis is IBS plus some unknowns. Gross, I know. Sorry.
So, at 17 I sprinted home as fast as possible (which was not ‘fast’ by any means) because I didn’t want to be like that guy. You know the guy… he lost all of his pride while getting a PR.
Today’s run was not 20 miles. I am sad to say that.
Today’s run was 17.5ish. Not too shabby, but not what I was going for.
I have a question for long distance runners— how can I prevent this from happening again?? I have another 20 mile run in 2 weeks, so I just need some direction on what I can do or how long I need to eat bland food. I have had almost no fiber the last couple of days and besides the cheese plate that was disguised as pasta ala rudd, I really have been trying so hard to not eat anything exciting.
After I got home I took a nice f-ing cold ice bath… stayed in for 9 minutes. It was cold. I made weird noises the entire time and tried to think of happy things, like puppies and kitties.
So cute. For real. If that doesn’t put a smile on your face then I don’t know what will.
Instead of feeling bad about myself (which I did for the last hour and a half), I’m going to be proud of the fact that I did complete 17.5 miles and lived to tell it. And, I guess that just means that I have to do way better next time I have a 20 mile run.
Oh- and on the upside, Garmin was on her best behavior today. No random beeping, switching to sunset time, or bitching at me for going slow. Thanks Garmin, for pulling through.