I woke up yesterday at 4:30am to get ready for my 22 miler, but I noticed right away that I "just wasn't feelin' it"! I can usually tell within about 15 minutes of waking up what kind of run it was going to be. My legs were heavy. My gut felt fat & out of shape. I felt really sluggish, and all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed. But I soldiered on! I got ready and started my run.
After about 12 steps, I though, "Man, this is gonna be tough!" It was about 70 degrees with 75% humidity - plus there were some nasty storms moving in. I made it Casey's General Store and made a left, then headed South, about 1.5 miles into my run. I looked down and noticed that my shorts around my crotch and the whole chest of my shirt were soaked! I had only been running for about 13 minutes. But I kept going. My legs felt heavier and heavier and I was insanely hungry for some reason. I pushed it until about 3.5 and finally told myself, "This ain't gonna happen today!" And I that point, I turned around and went home, deciding I would run tomorrow.
When I got home, I got something to eat and took a 2-1/2 hour nap. I woke up for a while and then Michael got home from her awesome 42 mile bike ride. At that point, I took another 2-1/2 hour nap.(That's a total 5 nap hours for those scoring at home) The two naps really told me that my body just needed the rest and that I've probably been pushing it a little too hard lately. But I HATE quitting in the middle of a run and the day felt like a huge failure!
Huge Manly Success ...
I woke up this morning at 4:30am to get ready for my 22 miler. I wasn't messin' around today. I knew it was going to be hotter than yesterday, but you would have to saw one of my legs off to make me quit on this run. At 5am it was literally 74 degrees with 98% HUMIDITY!!! NINETY FREAKING EIGHT PERCENT!!! When I finished about 3 hours later, it was about 80 degrees, but the humidity has plummeted to 90% ... which "really cooled things off"! I literally saw a frozen hot dog driving down the street when I first started my run. At mile 21 he was perfectly cooked!
|This guy was frozen when I started running this morning, but was cooked to well done at mile 21!|
...be great today!