3, 2, 1…blast off!
Ok, no, I did not go on a rocket ship today. I did run the last 10 miles of the marathon course today (Saturday), but a title like “The Final 10” or “The Last 10” just seemed so much less exciting.
So, yes, I ran the last 10 of the marathon course with a bunch of lovely ladies. I even went all #gowiththeflow-Meggie and didn’t wear a Garmin or watch.
My prescribed run from the RC (who is now a married woman – congrats RC!) was 12 miles with the last 3 at marathon pace.
I ended up running much quicker than, umm, anticipated and I think we ran all 10 at or under marathon pace (or so the Garmin wearers told me). One of the Garmin wearers said like 8:05 avg. I was a little behind her so we’ll say like 8:10 or 8:15 or maybe 8:12 and call it a day. Pick your favorite number around there and we will call that my “average pace.”
Did it feel good? No. I felt off today. Like one of those days you wake up and no matter how far or how fast you are running, it just feels really hard.
Maybe I woke up at the wrong part of my sleep cycle. Maybe my yin is not balanced with my yang. Maybe my chi is malaligned or blocked. Whatever it is, I have felt sort of off all week — sleeping 8-9 hours a night but not sleeping restfully, feeling sort of like I’m fighting a cold, wanting to buy some Frye boots. Oh wait, that last one happens all of the time.
To be honest, I’m not that freaked out (and that freaks me out – ha!). In tennis, I had bad days a lot – ones where you felt like you couldn’t hit the side of a barn. Matches have streaks in them, too – one set you’re on fire, another set you’re missing everything. It never lasts forever though. We used to say the first matches were for getting all the “bad shots” out. So, this run was like getting some of those “bad shots” out. Plus, I got to practice suffering where I actually will be suffering next week.
I took a hard core nap this afternoon and felt much better. I also ate a lot more than I usually do after 10 miles (and also felt a lot better).
The plan is to sleep a lot this week and chill.
Maybe eat less sugar (for inflammatory purposes) and less caffeine, but I don’t know if I can’t make that kind of sacrifice. I mean I’ve already stopped the diet coke!
Anyways, that’s what’s up.
TELL ME: BELIEVE IN BAD DRESS REHEARSAL, GOOD OPENING NIGHT? READY FOR FRANKENSTORM?
Until next time…