I never should have cut my run short Wednesday. That half-mile was the FLICK of the first domino that set into motion the domino effect that lead to two more crappy runs to finish the week out.
I didn’t stop the timer on my Garmin when I stopped running Wednesday, so it included my drive home on my run. I have my lap length set at one-mile intervals, so I know what my time was at 4 miles, and I was playing with it after I got home, looking at my splits and such trying to figure out what time I was at 4.5 miles (Yes, I’m a math and statistics nerd–what of it?) and apparently I forgot to turn the damn thing off before I stuck it back in the drawer.
Did I realize this before I was set for my next run? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, of COURSE not. Friday after work I had driven back up to Volunteer Dr. (That’s the road uptown where I start when I want lots and lots of hills.) and was standing outside my car in the Lowe’s parking lot stretching a bit. I turned on the Garmin only to be met with a message telling me the batteries were low. So while I was supposed to do five miles again that night I didn’t. Like I said, I’m a statistics nerd. I can’t run just for the sake of running. If I’m running, I want to know how far I’m going and how fast I’m getting there. Since I didn’t know exactly where five miles would be on that route, I cut it back to three because I’ve done a three-mile route from that starting point so many times that I knew exactly where I had to turn around for an even three. I know it’s just three miles, but those are three TOUGH miles. There are hills on that route that are difficult to WALK up, much less run. I’m always exhausted afterwards. So yes, it was a short run, but it was still a challenging run. I was just disappointed I didn’t get in my five-miler.
But the biggest disappointment was the weekend’s “long” run. The schedule this weekend has been a bit hectic, and while I was planning on letting the legs rest Saturday and running Sunday, that didn’t happen. My schedule was shifted yet again, and by Saturday morning I knew that if I was going to get a long run in this weekend I’d better do it right then. The problem was that I just wasn’t prepared. I know 10 miles to most of you is nothing, but it’s still a long run for me and requires a little preparation. I hadn’t eaten much of anything Friday night, had a few beers, stayed up late… all those things not conducive to a successful run the following day. So it turned out much like you would expect. I slogged through a shitty seven miles and was ultimately in tears before calling it my third fail for the week and walking back home.
I guess I was due for a bad week. I had too many good runs in a row. But, please, whoever stole my mojo (I think it was Julie!!!), please see that it is returned to me unharmed and SOON!