August 10, 2005
Today was supposed to be a big day: 15 in the morning, and 4 in the afternoon. It was so big that I decided to work from home so I could get the miles in and not have to worry about the shower and the commute and anything (distractions, idiots, broken servers) that might keep me from being able to run this afternoon.
As it turned out, the whole day sucked. This morning was the worst run I've had in a long, long time. There were loose dogs and people and monster trucks pulling huge boats. I started out in the pitch-black dark, ran 3 miles really slow and then picked it up. Too much. And it was too dark to see the numbers clearly on the GPS (once you hit masters, your eyes go).
So eventually I noticed I was going too fast so I slowed down, started dayreaming, then obsessing about work. My fairly loose 24x7 schedule may soon change to a more rigid, fewer-hours schedule, which would be great except that the rigidity will really cut into my ability to run when it best suits me (at dawn). I spent quite a few miles wondering how I could continue training, hating my job, and deploring my decision to take this job or any job in which computers and/or hardware and/or software are more important than I will ever be.
Along with the daydreaming (or maybe because of it) I began to feel pretty bad, physically. I was thirsty and dizzy and nauseated, so I stopped home just past 11 miles to drink some gatorade-tinged water. It took a few minutes to feel un-sick enough to go on, and my husband (bless him) tried to join me for the last 4. Alas. My legs felt heavy, I had stitches in my side and my back (of all places), my blood sugar dropped after the gatorade vaporized, my breathing was labored at 9-minute pace. I was a wreck. I stopped twice in those last 4 miles, and once I started to cry out of frustration and general crappy-feelingness.
I finally got home, worked all day, finished the day with just a little less to do than I had at the start, then went out to run 4 "recovery" miles in the blazing 6-o'clock sun. More dogs, people, trucks and cars. My whole body hurts. I haven't had supper yet but I could go to bed right now and sleep until morning.
Posted by joe positive at August 10, 2005 7:12 PM
Unfortunately I know the feeling of having a running day just as crappy as yours was. The good news is, tomorrow HAS to be better! Hope you get all recovered and feeling better soon!
Posted by: Beth at August 10, 2005 7:42 PM
I'm sorry your run sucked. We've all been there, but hopefully the rest of the week will be better. It seems amazing that you ran so much on a week day. And to get out and do the second run after feeling so bad on the first one, wow, you're tough.
Posted by: Alison at August 11, 2005 6:49 AM