There’s nothing better after a long run than a hot shower.
Scratch that: there’s nothing better after a long run than a SHOWER BEER during the aforementioned hot shower. Fact.
Remember that thing I said about listening to my body in my last post? My body tossed up two middle fingers at around mile 6.5 today.
It’s probably my fault. I made the mistake of saying – out loud – at mile 5: “The miles are passing faster than I expected!” Nice, easy effort; heart rate holding steady around 150.
Almost instantly after turning around (now heading uphill, so – duh) my heart rate started creeping up, my breathing became labored, I started to emit a cacophony of gasps, sniffles, hacks, and coughs (you’re welcome) and the run started to suck. And I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the mental suckfest I’d created until I sat down in the passenger seat of my car. Which kind of sucks.
For some entitled reason, I just expect to do things well from the get-go. No hard work required.
But my planned 12 miles turned into a timed 2-hour run…only amounting to 10.3 miles, none of them fast. And (out of what? Self-loathing? A nasty habit of comparing myself to others?) I can’t seem to wrap my brain around what my body can (or can’t) do right now.
I’m just getting back into training seriously.
Today was my longest run since October 22. (I checked.)
Trails are harder than roads.
I have YET ANOTHER cold. (I really should call my doctor. Not only do I really need to have my thyroid levels checked again, “are my sinuses deformed?” is now in my Google history. This is my fourth bout of immedicable nasal congestion since July.)
I’m not going to hit my weekly mileage goal (which was, admittedly, a bit lofty, given that I’m trying to do Insanity too). And I’ve done nothing since I got home (after the shower beer) but lie around eating olives.
But hey, I put 10 miles in my training log today. Time to woman up, accept where I am and move on. It’s only up from here.