I was not feeling good about this one.
- The weather was shit (humid, 28 degrees at 7pm)
- I had all my little niggles come visit me today – my knee, my hip, my ITBs, my plantar fasciitis. All of them.
- It was night and I am a morning runner.
Well, I thought, naah, just go for it. Do what you can.
I tried a tempo. Early in the race, I thought I would try to get under 7 min kms all the way.
Well, I went great guns for the first 4 – 5 km – all well under 7 min km. At the halfway point I was on track for a pb.
Then at the 6th and 7th km, something happened. Got tired and lost my mojo, and had to walk a few times. Even so, with the walking, it was still under 8 min kms.
I nearly gave up then, and walked the whole way back.
Then I thought, no, no, I can run. If I get under 56 minutes, that will be under 7 min kms.
I picked it up in the last kilometre, and finished in 55:30. On the home stretch, I got a few “go girl”, “keep going”.
I ran as fast as I could for the last 50km, and even did a “biggest loser” scream. Thinking that it would feel good. I felt slightly foolish. 😳
I finished in 55:30 – I did not turn off the watch until about 15 sec after I finished – that was time chasing away the urge to hurl.
My plan for the next coupla weeks -stay off the running, to let the ITB and knees and shins settle (periodising training), but doing plenty of bike/elliptical/pool.
For my birthday, which is coming up in a coupla weeks, I might ask birthday santa for some personal training sessions – I might need a bit of a gentle kick up the proverbial to get faster. It is hard to push yourself, sometimes you need help.
Dinner tonight was cheese on toast and a glass of wine, because I CBF’ed cooking dinner. Hubby is out at a trivia night. I thinks I might sleep well tonight.
Thrilled to get a text from my GF Phillipa!!!