Today I covered 16 miles – my last long run before Chicago in 2 weeks. I realize 16 miles is not really long enough for my longest run, nor is 2 weeks long enough for a taper, but I’m still operating with injury, so I’m just crossing my fingers for a finish in Chicago.
I hope both of my race theories are correct, because today’s long run was so miserably horrible I don’t even know what to say. There was a never a moment during the entire 16 miles (which took 3 1/2 hours, mind you, which means I’ll be running just ahead of the sag wagon cutoff of 6 1/2 hours in Chicago) that I was happy to be running. It was a beautiful day outside (sunny and low 80s) and all I could think about was how I hated this warm weather. I never seemed able to catch my breath, and I sweat so much I was almost instantly covered in gritty salt crystals that I felt grind into my skin every time I brushed the sweat away. The entire endeavor was an exercise in sheer willpower, and left me totally drained for the rest of the day, so I haven’t done anything besides order in delivery (too tired to grocery shop and I don’t have anything fresh since I haven’t been home for 1.5 weeks) and sorta watch TV while aimlessly reading the interwebs.
It’s rare when running seems like such a slog (especially on a beautiful day), but sometimes it does, and I think it’s part of running to recognize those moments when you just can’t enjoy being out there. Sometimes we have bad days and bad runs and that’s ok. I’m just hoping my aches and pains don’t get worse and I’ll be able to rest and recover now that I’m back home from Washington. I promise to post the Blerch recap tomorrow – I just don’t have it in me today.
What do you do when you have a really bad run? Are you enjoying this warm weather or do you wish fall would get here already? Does the fact that my ivy plant bloomed while I was gone mean anything? Share in the comments!