Saturday's trail run was terrible. As I mentioned in my last post I was slow, sore and when I finished I was totally exhausted. I was exhausted for the entire day, like a zombie on Nyquil.
Sunday I had time to reflect on the run. I reviewed my training plans. I was beginning to worry about not being able to do well on the race and that worry devolved into fears of not being able to complete the half marathon. I want to run 13.1 miles in under 2 hours. I've not been able to do any training at all because of a hip/hamstring issue. I completely sucked at a 5 mile trail run...how was this going to work?
I wanted a chance at redemption Monday morning. I had hoped that my problems were fatigue and heat and maybe just a bad day. Hoping to do better, I couldn't sleep Sunday night. I got up at 3:30 am, an hour before my 4:30 alarm. I needed to do better. I am better than that performance.
At 4:30 I got out of bed, brushed my teeth and did my pushups, crunches and some new hip exercises I'm trying out. I was out of the door by a quarter to five for my hilly six mile run.
I kicked butt. I decided to speed up a bit more than I've allowed myself over the past months. I pulled down the first two miles in just over 14 minutes. I hit the hills and then finished the last mile, which climbs about 200 feet, in 8:10. I wouldn't allow myself to really push hard as my number one priority is still to finish healthy.
I feel encouraged and revitalized. Redoubling efforts after failure ... yeah, now I feel better.