This week has been tough. The weather hasn’t been nearly as hot as the past couple of weeks (mid-80’s versus the low-100’s we were getting), but the runs feel so hard (thanks to DC humidity! It’s times like these you can tell DC was built on swamp).
Tuesday, I ran to Pentagon City from work (before my swim) and though I finished in great time for me (10 min/mile pace), the run felt way harder than it should have. Here I thought that maybe I could beat my time at the Crystal City Twilighter 5k next week, but now I’m starting to think it won’t be that easy. Or even feasible. Specially after a 14 miler that morning.
Yesterday, I met up with the group for a 6 mile run. It was hot, I shared my water with one of the new girls that was running with me, so neither of us had enough to drink. I was feeling great for the first couple of miles, but then the run got tough — my stomach started hurting, and it was hard to concentrate. I still kept up with the run, albeit slowly, mostly because I had company, but I admit if I was by myself I would have given up and walked.
I was really looking forward to running to work this morning — this has been one of my favorite runs so far, and I limited myself to once a week, so I can still have the run to work once a week as well. But, as luck would have it, after the first mile I started feeling like crap. Just completely exhausted… It was just so hard. And though I still ran for most of it, I walked more than I’d like to admit.
I’m not completely beating myself up for that — it’s been a long week, super busy at work (my coworker is on vacation) and to top it off I’m getting less than 6 hours of sleep. I try to remind myself that any run, even a bad run, is better than nothing at all. But on days like today it makes me wonder how did I ever even run a half-marathon non-stop? Heck, I ran 12 miles straight through on Saturday! And now I had to walk shortly after the first mile on a 4 mile run?
Why the hell do I even think I can run a FULL marathon?
Saturday we’re scheduled for 9 miles (yay for drop down weeks — but this will be my last single-digit long run until taper starts in 2.5 months, ack!). I hope by then my body has recuperated a bit.
In much happier news, tonight I’m back at the pool! My neighbor is supposed to meet me there, let’s see how that works. I never have met anyone else at the pool before, and aside from when I used to be in actual training, my swims have always been pretty solitary. Not sure if having company will be a good thing or a bad thing…