Today I had a long run scheduled because I am racing on Sunday and I wanted to take a day off in between. I really should have run 17 miles because that’s what was on the schedule and I’m already behind by 2 weeks due to some rain and a cold earlier in my training, but 17 miles didn’t happen. 15 miles didn’t happen either, and 13 miles, nope, not even 11. Ten was the magic number and quite honestly, I can’t believe I even got to ten.
I felt great this morning. I got up really early but it was too dark to go running by myself so I cleaned around the house a bit and waited for the sun to start to rise. I left around 7:30 and still felt great. I ran a couple of miles around my neighborhood and then down to the Ream Wilson Trail.
Since my 15K on Sunday is going to be on the Ream Wilson Trail, I wanted to run the route beforehand so that I could have some sort of plan on Sunday (even though I run this trail at least once a week). Anyway, around mile 5 I started to get really tired. My legs felt very heavy and since I had run a few miles in my neighborhood, I was only 3 miles into the actual race course.
Even though I wasn’t feeling it, I pushed on and ran down to Cooper’s Bayou. I was hoping the flat and shady path would motivate me but that didn’t happen. Instead I continued to feel tired and sluggish. I was at about 6.5 miles and I knew at that point that my body was tired and this wasn’t a mind thing
I made it to mile 7 and stopped for some water and walked a bit and while I was walking, my Garmin died. It gave up before I did, (this wouldn’t have happened if it were not so old and could hold a charge; or if it was the new shiny Garmin Forerunner 620, just sayin).
Luckily, I have a ridiculous case of OCD and I had the Sporty Pal App running, you know, in case I needed the backup, which I DID! So I began running again and I told myself, just get to ten. Ten is easy and you can do it. I got to 9.4, end of the trail and now I was headed into my neighborhood.
I wasn’t feeling too bad until I noticed I was getting outpaced. Seriously outpaced….by this guy:
In case you can’t see him, here’s a close up:
That’s Pre….the peacock.
Yeah, I knew it was over at that point. I ended the run at 10 miles. 1:52:22 Horrible time. I just couldn’t understand it. I took yesterday off, I was prepared, I felt strong, WTF?
Two hours later, I got the absolute worst migraine ever. I think my body may have been fighting it off all along. I’m going to brush this off, take the day off tomorrow and come back Sunday ready to race.
Did you run today? What do you do when you have a bad running day? Have you seen Pre the Peacock in your neighborhood?