Isn't it funny how much impact the quality of your runs has on your whole weekend?
I was so psyched up for some sweet long run action - this was to be my first run over 10k since my injury.
So Saturday morning, I got all of my stuff together, Garmin all charged up, my favorite running clothes and a stocked MP3 player, and drove to my momma's house that connects with one of my favorite trails.
I started running and immediately knew that I wasn't in top form. My muscles were on fire from the very first step, and my legs felt like lead. Usually, when I have a rough start, I tell myself not to look at my watch until at least 5 minutes has passed - that's how long it takes for my muscles to warm up on a bad day.
Five minutes in, I was lightheaded and breathing hard... at my 10+ minute/mile pace. What the heck.
Five minutes later, I came to a stop, and squatted down on the trail with my head between my knees trying to not pass out. I slowly walked the mile back to my mom's, drove home wondering what was wrong with my body, and spent the rest of the day in bed with a fever.
Turns out I picked up some little bug that gave me the muscle aches, fever, the whole she-bang. BOOOO!!!!
Doesn't my body know it has a half marathon that I am woefully unprepared for in FIVE WEEKS???
How do you handle the anxiety that comes with continuous running setbacks? I'm DYING here!!