I woke up this morning for my run and I knew I didn’t feel quite right. I should have gotten back in bed and hid under the covers. There were so many signs too! It hurt to wear my Camelbak because I have a really bad sun burn. My running iPod was dead. Ok well there were only 2 signs…
I had 8 miles on the schedule for this morning and I was determined to run those 8 miles. So instead of getting back in bed I found my running gear and some how managed to get dressed in my half asleep state. I took my gym iPod and put it in one of the pockets of my Camelbak and positioned the headphone cord a certain way so it wouldn’t annoy me during my run. I’m so creative. And I have too many iPods.
It was nice outside, so I knew that the weather wouldn’t get in my way. I started off on my run and I made it to around 2.5 miles when I started to feel really not good. At mile 3, I stopped to try and compose myself because I felt like I was going to puke all over the sidewalk. You can ask any of my college friends, not even obscene amounts of tequila shots make me throw up, so when I do feel this nauseous it’s a big deal. I felt so icky 😦
I immediately decided that I wouldn’t run to my 4 mile turn around, going further from home would not have been the smartest idea. I told myself that I could walk the 3 miles back home. But as I turned to start walking back I got a feeling worse than the nausea–quitting. I refused to quit, what if I felt like this on race day, I wouldn’t quit then. But as I started to run, the icky feeling trumped the quitting feeling. I pulled my pace WAY back, and decided I would run a mile and then see how I felt. At mile 4 I felt ok, not great, but good enough to keep going. I used the same strategy for the rest of my run– stopping after every mile to make sure I wouldn’t die.
I started to cut up and down side streets to add mileage, because I knew once I was close to home I would stop and I kind of still wanted to finish the 8 miles. When I stopped at mile 7 I told myself to push hard through the last mile. I had given myself a lot of slack for the whole run and didn’t care about my pace, but I wanted one good mile. I picked up my speed and before I knew it, I was doing my cool down walk back home for .77 miles. Today’s splits are disappointing to me…but I still pushed through and finished so I’m over it:
| Mile 1: | 10:22 |
| Mile 2: | 10:10 |
| Mile 3: | 9:55 |
| Mile 4: | 10:45 |
| Mile 5: | 10:41 |
| Mile 6: | 10:58 |
| Mile 7: | 10:53 |
| Mile 8: | 9:35 |
| 0.77 | 14:19 |
Then I got to spend hours (yes, plural) at Toyota for my car inspection. When I got there they said it would be less than an hour…I was not happy. Nap time.
–Melissa
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