What the Hell Was I Thinking! Broken, but Never Beaten
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I Sooo Totally Quit!
Just kidding - but man did today's run bit!
I've been a little stressed out lately. I have been watching four big dogs (well, one is a little monster that thinks he's a big dog). I have projects lined up on my desk to where I have no open areas, papers just stacked. My performance plan ends in August, and I want to have a stellar one - so that is stressing me out. Our team is heading into the field for the first time in a week or so, and that is also driving me crazy. So overall - I was REALLY looking forward to running on the beach today.
I love walking the beach with the dogs, it is so peaceful. The wind, the seagulls, the water breaking - just magnificent. I honestly thought today running on the beach would be the same.
Ya - NO!
I made the one mile down to the beach with a pace of about 14:11/mile. I was going slow so that I had somewhere to go in the following miles. At least that is what I told myself! But I ran down the neighborhood streets, feeling pretty good. There were a few people moving around that early in the morning. and we all waved to each other. Very calming. I knew I was fighting the wind, but I kept thinking about how nice it would be for the jog back.
And then - I found the beach.
Even with earphones on, all I could hear was full gusting winds. I never imagined this kind of fight. I didn't get to enjoy my nice run on the beach to mellow out and relax. Instead, I fought the entire time I was on the sand. It was rough. I tried arguing with my head and forcing myself to keep going, but I just couldn't. I had to walk. I was just too tired. I felt defeated.
But I got back moving again, only to have to walk a short time later, and again when I returned to the sidewalks of the neighborhood. But I jogged the mile or so in. But my splits are terrible, and I felt horrible when I finally turned into my driveway. Seriously, my head hurt, my legs hurt, I kept asking myself how in the hell was I going to do 13.1 miles when 4.5 miles kicked my ass so badly.
But then I relaxed, stretched out some, and climbed the stairs to the house. And you know what - I felt great! I felt energized and happy. I poured myself some chocolate milk, grabbed a powerade, and took the dogs on the back porch.
And I know this picture would be better if I had moved the chair, but as good as I felt, I wasn't pushing it.
So it is now 12:55pm, I have been up since 6am. I have run 4.5 miles (barely), baked a cake, finished cleaning the house, finished two loads of laundry, made my own lunch, and now I am waiting for my friends to show up for the bbq. And odd as it sounds - I am not tired, I feel fabulous, and I am not stressed (but wait for Monday). So watch out 13.1 miles - I am coming for ya (albeit slowly).
And if you were interested:
And it seems that not only was I running on sand, against the wind without any place to hide, but the elevation kept changing on me - I never even noticed it. Wow!
Well - party tonight, hills on Monday! Go team go - rah.