Between overall fatigue and waning mo’ I struggled to get it going again. I started on Wednesday by doing 4 miles of hills and hitting the weights but I woke up Thursday feeling tired. I didn’t do much again until Saturday when Swaggy and I went out for a 10-miler. The first longish run after a race is always tough but this one was a slugfest from mile 2.
We went out mid afternoon and while the temperature was in the low 80s the humidity was sky high. I hung in there pretty well until about 4.5 miles and then the wheels started to come off. At 5.5 miles I had to stop and told Swaggy I needed a minute for an attitude adjustment. I was not mentally tolerating my suffering all that well.
And then I ran out of water. And then Swaggy ran out of water and I really started to lose my composure. I knew if I kept running I’d get to water faster but I also felt like my mouth was filling with sand faster when I did.
Let’s be clear, at this point, I was little more than a mile from the car AND water but I was so rattled by my discomfort that I wasn’t much fun to be around.
Swaggy really should have left me in the dust at this point but per usual he was patient and understanding. Finally, we made it to the water fountain and we drank and drank and poured water on our heads — a couple times.
The weird thing is this is about the third or fourth time I’ve run out of water on a training run this summer. Clearly, I need to plan a bit better or carry more H2O.
After suffering through those 10 miles I felt sure that the next day would be easier. In reality, it was a mixed result. I didn’t sleep well on Saturday night and I woke up feeling drained and tired. John’s sister was visiting and so instead of hitting the trail I tagged along on their already planned walk.
Blissfully, the string of intensely hot and humid days finally broke that morning and it was pleasant to be outside. When we got back home John headed off to the airport with his sister and I decided that tired or not the day could not end without me running. By this point I’d already gotten sucked into watching the men’s Olympic marathon so I decided to do my miles on the treadmill.
While they were clocking sub 5-minute miles I was dragging myself through… well much slower miles. Much slower. I thought, how can they make this look so easy?But I pushed on to five miles when I had to bail on the workout to make it to another commitment. It felt hard and it wasn’t easy but it was easier than the day before. Progress? Eh?
Yesterday, I woke up again feeling a little tired but there is the possibility I am just plain lazy. I hit the weights and the trampoline and with fingers crossed hope that by Saturday I am feeling full of energy and well rested. If not, well, I can walk pretty fast for a fairly long time.
Sometimes it’s just grinding it out anyway that you can. But I am not giving up or giving in.