With the exception of a few injury-inducing runs and runs during which I peed myself/vomited, I think I can say that this was one of the worst runs ever.
I know I have a reputation of being Mrs. Brightside (and I really am like that in real life). But just like everyone, I had my bad days. And today was one of those days.
The run had all the makings of a good run. I prepped all my gear last night:
And prepped all my liquids (water in my CamelBak, iced coffee, and coconut water, which I got at the local grocery store):
I felt so bad for missing my run (there is nothing worse than waiting for someone before a group run) that I had a little crying fit this morning. I knew I still had to do my long run, but I didn’t want to do it alone.
Before I left, I had 1/2 the Coconut Water and a bagel with almond butter and blackberry jam.
I set out around 7:30 AM and grudgingly did a Half Marathon. I was suppose to do 12.0 miles, but I figured why not just do a half?
Honestly, I don’t even want to recap the actual run. I felt like I was running as fast as I could, but I would look down and see that my pace was 11:00 or 12:00-something. It was pathetic. I cried more than once during the run, took multiple walking breaks, and generally just wanted it to be OVER.
I took a Goo at mile 8:
Here are my statistics:
- Duration: 2 hour, 23 minutes
- Distance: 13.1 miles (Half Marathon)
Considering that I have ran not one, but TWO half marathons in 2:05, the fact that it took me 2:23 to run a half today is very, very upsetting.
I came home, drank the other half of my Coconut Water, took a shower, and ate breakfast number two:
Granola, yogurt, flax, and a banana.
On the brightside:
- I ran a long distance and am happy with this week’s mileage total (26.1)
- My knees don’t hurt (yet)
- I am running. Period.
- I’m going to see my grandpa, aunt, uncle, and nieces today. Yay!
Sorry to be such a Debbie Downer. Even I cannot be in a good mood ALL the time. :) Regular Happy Caitlin will return tonight, I promise.