RUN, RUN AGAIN!
As mentioned in the last post, Saturday’s long run sputtered into a slow medium distance run of 22k. I knew by 5k that my legs didn’t have anything in them, by 10k I knew that whatever distance I managed to run would be a struggle. The run finished at 22 km, with a number of stops – I can’t say how many because I opted not to count.
By Saturday night I was trying to figure out how to make up that long run. I made the decision to make Sunday and Monday rest days and then go at the long run again, hopefully a little fresher. As an added incentive, I decided that mentally Tuesday would be the perfect day as it was the day for me to turn 45 years old. What better way to celebrate 45 than kick some long run butt?!
On Monday I was itching to try the long run again, I felt like I couldn’t wait. Then… Tuesday came along. I woke up to no power, which here in the country also means no water. Really nice when you have to get ready for work. The kids were at their finest and by that I mean they were demonstrating their finest fighting skills. The arguments started the moment they woke up. And to be honest, I was in a foul mood. To top it all off, the weather forecast called for rain, freezing rain, ice pellets and 2 cm of snow. Lovely way to start my 46th year 🙁
One thing about me though is I can be a little stubborn. Some might say more than a little. I had told myself I was going to get 30k done so I wasn’t going to back out. Once work was done I put on all those winter running layers that I thankfully had not packed away and headed out into white out conditions. Yes, the snow was back and back with a vengeance and it brought along a nasty wind for the ride. I almost took a picture at the start of the run, but decided I just couldn’t do another winter running picture! Thankfully by 10k the snow had stopped, though the wind continued throughout the run.
It is funny how things work out. When I tried to do a long run on Saturday it was absolutely beautiful out. After a long winter I should have felt energized and ready to go, yet I ended up struggling just to complete a half marathon distance. On Tuesday I should have felt discouraged to the point of saying to hell with running. But 5k into this run, I knew I had it. It sounds crazy I know, but I was sure I would be finishing this run. And that is exactly what I did. Ignoring a bathroom break and a stretching break, I finished 30 km with a pace of 6:12. And this was after a 22k only a few days before.
And the best part…finishing the run, having a long hot shower, then my favourite meal plus birthday cake with my family. Perfect 🙂