As planned my friend showed up at 6AM on the seeds. We stretched a bit and hit the road. Right from the start, I knew I was in trouble becase I was PANTING. I could not get my breathing under control. I was a little embarrassed because we weren't even a mile in and I was ready to walk. Thankfully I made a whole mile before I had to break down and start a chain of walking events. The girl I was running with slowed her pace to run with me but I just wanted her to go ahead. I started feeling bad because she wasn't getting the quality of training she needed and truth be told, I really hate running with other people. I hate when they have to slow down for me and don't like having to feel like I am struggling to keep up. The longer I was running with her, the more annoyed I got. The more annoyed I got, the harder the run was. It was a vicious cycle. I stumbled my way through 7.5 miles. I was embarassed because the girl I was with barely broke a sweat and I was practically dry heaving.
I have a pretty good idea why I have been having crappy runs. It all boils down to garbage in/garbage out. The week that the kids were gone really caught up to me. I don't know why I expected to have a great run after having a cold and a week of food that did not contain a fruit or vegetable. To top it off, add in some nasty humidity and a running partner that claims she is slow but really runs a lot faster and it is a recipe for a shit run. This was the first time I wanted to ditch the sport.
Thankfully I am not ditching the sport. All runs cannot be good ones and this one was by far one of the worst. For as bad as I treated my body last week, I should have been happy just to cover the mileage that I did. I learned that I run best with just me and my iPod. While I still would like to join a running club for the organized runs, I don't ever plan on having a running buddy. I am a lone wolf.
------This week of training is going to be a challenge and I am going to have to get creative with where I fit my running in. I may have hit my record for the number of activities that I can pack into a week. It is really quite insane. Here is a rundown:
Monday-My middle guy turns 6 years old. We have a birthday party that evening. Thankfully it is not at my house!
Tuesday-National Night Out and I got stuck holding the bag as block captain so the event is at our house.
Wednesday- Hail Mary catch up day for cleaning
Thursday- My oldest son turns 8 years old and in leiu of a birthday party, he requested a day at Valley Fair. I took the day off of work and we are going.
Friday- Race packet pick-up and my parents arrive for the weekend.
Saturday- Urban Wild Land Half Marathon AND the combine birthday party for all 3 kids.
Today kicks off birthday mania in my house. We have three August birthdays within 12 days of each other.
My little man turns 6! He is the reason we have a wing at Children's Hospital named after us.
|Another failed attempt to get a good photo of my 3 kids.|