Beyond that, this is the first week where I am going to try and a long run and a long ride together. Today was the run, Sunday will be the ride. Another change would be doing a long run in the afternoon, instead of first thing in the morning...definitely an experiment!
When I got to work, tragedy was realized. I left my Burt Bees limp balm at home! I normally don't use much, but I needed it today! Actually, I probably only needed it because I didn't have it. Still, all day I kept licking my lips and couldn't leave them alone. I couldn't wait to get home and get my lip balm.
This afternoon I had a meeting scheduled with my boss. It was a follow up to a less than pleasant, basically confrontation, last week. After that was my run. I figured I might have some motivation to run hard! Before heading in, I ate an orange and a banana, hoping it'd be settled before my run. It was 1:00.
I went into the meeting with dry lips and professionalism, putting the past where it belongs, and was welcomed in similar fashion. I was glad. It could've gone badly and I'd be posting that I'm looking for a new job today. Not to get into the details, but I was afraid this was going to head into some areas where I simply will not compromise. I'm an easy going person, but I have to look myself in the mirror everyday.
After work I was emotionally drained. SmartCoach said I was to run 11 miles at an 8:22 pace. That still seems too fast for a long slow run, for me. But I did the last two at that pace, even with some big hills. The old college try I'd throw at it, but since the run was to be after work I thought it wise to choose an easier course; an out and back that avoided the hills as much as possible save the last two mile loop, which I could cut off if needed.
I drove up to the house, ran inside, grabbed a wrench, flew down the hill, shut off the water. Back up the driveway, cussing the whole way, then looking for evidence of who it could've been. No note, no nothing. Thank you, Karma.
I drove twenty minutes to Home Depot, grabbed 10 feet of PVC pipe, some fittings, primer and cement, threw it in the truck and drove home. When I got home my youngest daughter was there. She helped me fix the pipe. I replaced 8 feet of it. It was actually kind of fun showing her how to do the job, though she didn't offer to dig!
But, she did say, "The second funniest thing my boss said today was, The pepper spray still works."
Oh, don't stop that if that's number two!
The funniest thing was about thirty minutes later. "It's like the jalapeno problem all over again! The pepper spray doesn't wash off!"
At 5:45 I left for my run. I grabbed a flashlight, a bandaid and cliffshot.
I ended up cutting the run at 9 miles, and over the last two miles, thought only of form. Foot down, heel touch, spring forward. Repeat. My splits were 8:31, 8:27, 8:15, things going well, but had some signs during mile three that I wasn't "right."
Mile four was 8:31. I had to slow because of the combination of footing and light quality. Those conditions only worsened until mile 8. I kind of lost my
I know that feeling, I know what happened. It's never happened to me on a run before. But I bonked. I've bonked a few times on the bike ... it sucks just as bad running!
Perhaps running in the evening, at least long runs, won't work with my schedule. I eat "lunch" at 10:15 in the morning. I had two cups of beans and a small sweet potato, then the banana and orange for a snack. Definitely not enough calories.
All told, it was a good day, but definitely the worst run I've had. Yet, I look forward to having a worse one eventually because with them come ever stronger runs.