I feel like I've already titled a post with this headline but here I am again. Wondering at the little niggling feeling I have in the pit of my stomach is a knee jerk reaction to a terrible run or the truth that is finally surfacing.
Last week's runs at home on the paved road weren't terrible. They weren't fantastic either. There is definitely some difference in where and on what you run. A treadmill in a room is much easier than asphalt in the wind going uphill. I knew this but what I didn't expect was a wind storm that made me look as though I were walking with concrete blocks on my feet. My quads haven't felt that sore in a very long time.
I made it home yesterday in time to run my long run on the treadmill though. About 8 miles in and I was a goner. I got sidestiches from H.E. double hockey sticks and just couldn't get it back on. Between running, jogging, walking and crying I managed to finish it about 20 minutes over my goal with Lyndsey walking next to me almost the entire time. God bless her!
So, now I am back to square one, wondering is this all a mistake. What could I have done differently? Well the same thing I should have done differently a few weeks ago...not eaten a huge meal a couple hours before I ran...duh!!
Maybe I'll learn.
It was humiliating. It was humbling. Let's see if I can recover.
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