Today was a bad day, and it was entirely my own fault although I'm not sure if it was entirely physical or mental or a
combination of both. After returning from Nenagh I had some
food, a little too much as I had promised Olan I'd take him
for Pizza. When we got to the pizza restaurant I foolishly
picked one with lots of salty and fatty bacon. As a result of
this and ahem dessert I found myself gasping with the thirst
when I woke during the night.
My plan was to do my first 20 miler today but from the first
step I felt off. I struggled on hoping that it would improve
as the run progressed. Managed a decent enough clip for the
first few miles and was down at around 7.05 pace but started
to really struggle at the first major hill at mile 8. This
was also the end of the first loop so it did cross my mind to
call it a day.
Soldiered on and felt a little better for a while but on approaching the
hill for the second time I felt awful. The only thing that
stopped me from stopping was shame juxtaposed with the fear
of freezing. Eventually fatigue outweighed pride and I
adopted a run walk strategy for about half a mile before
managing to amble the last mile home.
A very sobering experience which will hopefully stick with me
next time I'm thinking of stuffing myself with junk food.
16.3 miles @ 7.43 HR 137
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