Hope you had a great weekend. It’s back to the daily grind as usual for me so I’m kind of dreading Monday. Vacation is so nice. If only I got paid to just be me.
Friday night I wasn’t really sure if I should cut back my planned mileage or go for it. I was feeling much improved with my sinus infection but still congested a bit. I really didn’t want to put it off till next week. I had been prepping myself all week for the 20 miles. My mind was focused and set on that number.
The plan was for me to get 10 miles in before meeting up with Kailey and Mariette for the second half. I was running late so I didn’t get started as early as I’d hoped. As soon as I started running, I felt off. Of course, the first mile, two or even three kind of suck on almost any run. I tried telling myself that over and over. By mile 4 I felt like I was in a little bit of a better place. I ran a route that brought back marathon training memories from last Spring.
But then my mind started to go to the dark side. The side where all the negative thoughts in the world reside and feed off my confidence like a parasite.
By mile 7 I was looking for signs to tell me to stop.
Hmmmm…is that stop sign telling me to stop running?
Where was Sisu when I needed it?
By the time I met up with the girls I had got 8.5 miles in. For some reason I had two hot spots forming on each foot and I was tired. My stomach was also growling despite eating my usual long run fuel and taking in fuel at 5 miles. Every step felt like I was slogging through soft sand. I was hoping that having some company would revitalize me.
Unfortunately, it didn’t. There were multiple walk breaks taken. I crawled up hills. I just didn’t have it in me.
At mile 16ish I split off with the girls to head back to my car for more water. I really wanted to call it quits when I got to my car but my stubborn ways wouldn’t allow it. I was still fixated on 20. I thought I’d give it one last attempt to get the remaining 3.
Finally, at 18, I called it. Every time I tried to run my calves and hamstrings would cramp up in knots. Even stepping off a curb caused it.
I was not happy.
Didn’t I just run 20 miles with no problems a few weeks ago? What happened?
I then got mad at myself for being so stubborn. Why didn’t I stop earlier? What was I trying to prove?
It came down to pride.
My pride was too big to admit that I wasn’t up to running 20 miles.
Ummm…hello! You’re on antibiotics for a sinus infection!
If I wasn’t such a stubborn runner, the smart move would have been to do less miles this week and a 20 miler next weekend. But no. I had my mind set on 20 and I was getting there no. matter. what.
And then my body just laughed at me.
So lesson learned – check your pride at the door. There’s no shame in cutting a run short because it just doesn’t feel right.
It’s one run. Shake it off. Focus on the next run.
Are you a stubborn runner?