Happily, today felt like Friday, since I have tomorrow and Monday off for my super-fun Chicago bachelorette party and shower trip!
It was also a long run day, meaning I ate a lot.
Like chicken soup:
And a bagel with a bit of real butter:
And Greek yogurt with granola:
I didn’t take a lunch break today so I could leave at 4 instead of 5, so I kind of munched bits and pieces all afternoon. Works for me!
Also, check out my cute new flats:
I got them at DSW last night. They’re super comfy, and the color is kind of a light gold-ish pewter that really will go with everything. I wore them with a burgundy wrap dress to work and got several compliments. I think they’ll be perfect for my trip!
Anyway, I bounced out of work at 4, excited about my long run. I was ready to tackle 11 miles!
Anyway. This was my first long run…well, I won’t say FAILURE, but it was my first really, really sucky, painful long run.
- Mile 1: Feel good. Except my left knee hurts and is kind of clicky. Huh, that’s random. Ow.
- Mile 2: My gum falls out of my mouth, hits the treadmill, and flies about four feet behind the treadmill. I gather up every ounce of badass dignity I have, pick up the gum, and throw it away.
- Mile 3: Treadmill to my right is invaded by some girl in a velour track suit with a rhinestone rainbow on the back. She alternates between giggly texting on her phone and singing along, out loud, to her iPod, while walking a 30:00 mile.
- Mile 4: Take Gu at Mile 4.5. Knee stops hurting. Mmm, Chocolate Gu is delicious!
- Mile 5: Feeling good. Hey, I’m at the halfway point! Switch from Dan Savage podcast to music.
- Mile 6: Treadmill shuts off after an hour. I reset it for another 5 miles and keep on chugging.
- Mile 7: Urp. I don’t feel so good. At mile 7.5, I literally have to make a choice between vomiting on the treadmill console or risking pooping my pants on the way to the bathroom. I feel like a real runner, and thankfully make it to the bathroom. GI distress ensues.
- Mile 7.5: Reset treadmill for 3.5 miles. Keep chugging. Feel slightly less ill.
- Mile 8: This sucks this sucks this sucks.
- Mile 9: Maybe I’ll have a little more chocolate Gu. Open another one, eat about half. Slow treadmill down to a 10:20 mile.
- Mile 10: Whoa, that was a bad choice. Grip sides of treadmill so I can keep from falling over or passing out.
- Mile 10.4: Get the chills. Begin dry heaving. Throw in towel.
Grand total: 10.43 miles. I stopped giving a shit about time somewhere around the first GI incident, but I kept up a 10:00 pace until the last 3 or so miles, when I dialed back a little.
Anyway. Not an epic success, but I’m trying to be positive. It’s still a PDR, and I have been hard on my body this week. I ran HARD Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and went into this run feeling sore, and tired, and generally worn down. In the long run, 10.4 miles is still great, and it’s actually longer than Hal recommends in his training plan. But, it’s still a little worrisome for the race in two weeks. Eh. We all have crappy runs, and now it’s over.
Currently, I’m eating the only thing that sounds remotely appealing to me:
Plain elbow macaroni. The thought of meat (or anything else, for that matter) makes me want to puke right now. But this is pretty good.
I have a post for tomorrow, but I’ll be on a bit of a blog-cation the next few days. I don’t think I’ll have access to post anything, but I promise giant recaps full of wedding porn when I get back!
How do you get over bad workouts?