Friday, October 12, 2012


Thank goodness indeed. This is my last week of full training, and I should hit about 40 miles. It would have been a little more, but last nights tempo run was one of the worst runs I've ever had. I think it was a rare instance of being severely under fueled, and from the moment I started I just felt weak. I made it about 2 miles, and knew I had to turn around. I had no speed in my body, and even if I did, I was afraid I'd collapse. I was also unreasonably hungry.

I got back to the gym and devoured a bottle of chocolate Muscle Milk, and almost an entire bag of Almond Trail Mix crunch. Okay, maybe I was unreasonably ravenous.

This definitely wasn't the type of run I wanted to have so late in training, but I think I'm smart enough to know that one bad run doesn't mean much. Though it's not exactly uplifting when I have 21 miles on tap for Saturday. Coincidentally, I got this quote emailed to me yesterday morning.

We all have bad days and bad workouts, when running gets ugly, when split times seem slow, when you wonder why you started. It will pass. Hal Higdon


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