Saturday, February 11, 2012
Day 118 - The Breaking Point
My plan all along has been to run outside as long as I can. I made it through cold, through snow, but I hit my breaking point today. It was 15 degrees and windy, with 3-4 inches of matted down snow. I learned last time how few businesses clean their sidewalks and the only streets that had been cleaned were the major roads. What was I going to do? Run in the middle of Northline???
I've been sick all week, but I still went to the Y. Wearing shorts was great, having water readily available was great. Otherwise it wasn't my best run. Every time I get sick it's like my lungs have instantly lost all capability and capacity. SO FRUSTRATING!!!!!
My legs felt ok, my muscles were good, my bones were good, joints felt fine, but around mile 9 I started dragging, really really dragging. I try to eat a big breakfast on long run days, but today's breakfast was only about 500 calories (Hah! That's a sentence I never thought I'd say!). Calories are a source of fuel and I desperately needed more! I was about to call my mom and ask her to bring me a granola bar or some crackers, something with calories but easy on the stomach.
After 10 miles and 100 laps I called it quits. My legs were sluggish and didn't want to go one step further. Definitely not a wrinkle I want 8 weeks before the race, yet at the same time I managed 10 miles when sick. It's not entirely terrible considering I woke up gagging on yellow snot...
I could get upset and blame myself. I should have been able to finish all 16. I should have gone faster. Instead, I'll learn from today and pack granola bars and jelly beans for long runs. I didn't use Vaseline today and chafed a little, which hasn't happened since the marathon. Live and learn. Besides my friend wryly pointed out that finishing 10 isn't exactly quitting.
One silver lining is that for as lousy and slow as I felt today, it's right on pace to finish in the 5-hour vicinity. Also good was that my mile splits were consistent. I didn't have any 8-minute miles, but I also didn't have any 15s. The disparity between fastest and slowest was less than a minute. It wasn't terrible. Could have been much worse. At least I tried and kept going until my legs refused another step.