Sometimes you know from the moment you get out of bed that a run is going to suck. Today was one of those days.
I was in bed around 9:30 and 4 am came really early, although I didn't actually roll out of bed until almost 5:15, but from the get go I felt tired. Even after my smoothie and some coffee I still felt sluggish but I was ready to hit the road by 6:15 which was going to help me beat the heat. Or so I thought.
As I got out the door it was only in the mid-70 but for whatever reason my HR came up quickly although I was running in the 12s. It got worse as I started to pick up the pace, after the 1 mile mark, when my HR went into the mid-140s. On past long runs I would stay easily under 140 bpm for the first 10+ miles so this was not a welcome development.
Through this though I was where I wanted to be on the next 3 miles as I cruised along in the mid-9s. Even on next few miles, when I was just a few ticks over a 10 minute pace, I was satisfied with the outcome but damn I felt like I was working hard. It may have been in the low 80s by this point but it's not like this is extreme by any means.
What was more of an issue was that BBW had been in my head the entire time. I felt like I was winning the battle but every time I knocked him down, he came back with more. Not only was this run physically tough but it was mentally taxing as well.
BBW may have been onto something though because as I came towards the end of the first loop where I would take a short break to switch out my bottles for cold full ones and take in some extra hydration too, I seriously contemplated just calling it a day. Instead, I took the break and was back on my way, which in hindsight was a mistake.
Over the next 2.5 miles I struggled to keep going. I would just focus on a point not too far down the road and urge myself to get there before turning back. Finally as I crossed the wash which would be my last option to cut it short for a while, I made the turn and began to head home.
I was drained by now abut figured I could make it a slow jog home. Unfortunately my legs though otherwise and even having a bunny cross my path wasn't enough to keep me running. There was nothing left to do but walk and try to figure out what went wrong. The real suck part was that I had a couple miles ahead of me and the mercury was beginning to rise. At least I had fluid with me and after 45 minutes I was finally home with 14+ miles behind me.
These type of runs happen but they are becoming all to frequent. The normal inclination is to get back out there and I do have 9 miles on the schedule for tomorrow. There is always the option of making up the lost miles but that is not smart training.
What is smart training though is to forgo the schedule and let my body recover. It's obviously telling me something and maybe it's because of this new article on overtraining that has me spooked but I've decided to sleep in tomorrow and skip my run.
A man's got to know his limitations; or something like that. Right now I just want to sleep.
Week ending June 13th - 37.6 miles.