Workout: Long Run - supposed to be 9 1/2 miles
Distance: 1.5 miles outside, 9 miles on treadmill
Weight: 127.4
I have a serious mental block going right now. A really bad one. Probably worse than it ever has been. This is not just about running straight and not stopping to walk, this is about running at. all.
I mapped out a good 9 1/2 mile route for this morning. I slept until 8. I had a little bowl of granola with milk before I went out. I griped about going and then walked out the door with the intention of running slowly. And immediately I was unhappy and tired and wanted to stop, but I pushed through thinking that if I could get through a mile, I would get through the whole thing. After I hit a mile, however, I just became overwhelmed at the enormity of the run. The distance. The route. The time. The hills. The number of long runs I had left before the race. How tired my legs already felt (probably not a good idea to do hard intervals the day before a long run). Had the route not passed by my street at that point, I would have finished, but unfortunately, it was simply to easy to turn home and I did. And I'm still mad at myself.
I sat for a few minutes and debated about whether I should finish on the treadmill or skip it altogether. I also debated about whether or not I even wanted to run in this race. And I checked other training plans to find out what their long runs would be for today. Our previous plan (novice) would have been 6 miles. The intermediate plan would have been 8. So I wasn't too far off with my 9 1/2.
I finally decided to finish on the treadmill. But I would run at an incline to make it a better workout.
So I ran 9 miles on the treadmill. Most of it at a 2.5% incline. A short time at 3% and a short time at 2%.
And I am tired. And still discouraged. I'm going to have to beg Cornbread or Michelle to run 10 with me next week to get me through it.
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