I was feeling pretty tired prior to last nights 10 miler and I have aches and pains that keep popping up all over my body.
I find that if I don't think about what's on the plan, it makes things easier. I just go into autopilot, put my trainers on and walk out the front door.
I knew from the moment we set off that I was going to struggle. I had drunk my banana smoothie too late again and I had an agonising knot in my side for a good few miles. No amount of digging my fist into my ribs was going to make it ease. When will I ever learn?
With only 3 miles under my belt, I was telling myself that it would be better if I bailed out rather than torture myself with another 7 miles, but my head convinces me to keep going. Bozza was somewhere off in the distance but I had nothing, absolutely nothing in my legs to catch him. At the halfway point he slowed down to wait for me and I told him that I couldn't go the distance and would need to cut it short before I do myself more harm than good. I couldn't bring myself to stop and I knew I'd only beat myself up for being weak and useless, so I kept going.
I wasn't wearing my Garmin so I had no idea how far I'd got to go. Not sure if that was a good thing or not? I was finding it very difficult to run with any style or grace and was reduced to a shuffle. The magic 6 mile marker wasn't so magical and my legs were screaming at me to stop, but my head wouldn't let them.
The last 2 miles weren't as bad as I thought they were going to be but I was glad when the whole ordeal was over! I made the decision right there and then that I would be having 2 full days of rest before Saturday's long run. However, as I'm sitting her writing this, in my compression socks, aching from head to toe, I'm telling myself that a steady 5 miler tonight is a good idea!
I tell you what, anyone training for a marathon who says it's easy and pain free is either not doing it right or lying.....!!!!
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