There were only 3 things that were wrong with yesterday’s long run. Unfortunately, they were:
- the beginning
- the middle
- the (almost) end
1. The beginning – I started out Sunday @ 7am being very sleep deprived. I worked all day Friday, then again that night from 11pm-5am, slept for a few hrs and then worked again from 11pm-1am into Sunday. While I don’t think I need a lot of sleep this kind of disjointed slumber kills me. It has also snowed a ton on Saturday so the footing was brutal. I left from our place and broke the run into increments – make it to Lakeshore (~7km out) where the footing should be better…
2. The middle...arrived on Lakeshore where the footing was better because I could run on the road. Unfortunately the 35km/hr wind picked up and it was all in my face. Then when the wind died down as I hit the hilly part of the run…it started to snow again and the once clear-ish road became slippery and snowy.
3. the (almost) end. I just kept going and for the last 5km it got a bit better. But that could have been because I knew I was almost ‘home’.
The whole run was done in my training zone and I got the distance done but it was a run where I kept feeling like I used to feel when I first started running – slow, fat, unable to keep up, un-runnerish. There was no running manta that gave me some inspiration for this run. At the lowest part of the run, I didn’t care that “quitting was forever” or that I would regret not running. I guess it was a good mental training exercise as I had lots of chance to bail on the run but didn’t. So…I guess that is the positive.
And I got to wear my gaitors which kind of look like legwarmers:
C’mon …sing it from Flashdance: “What a feeling!”