Friday, June 6, 2014

Momma Said There'd Be Days Like This.....

Today was no different than any other day. My alarm went off at 4:30 so I could wake up, take my synthroid and hit the snooze 2 more times. Up and out of bed, I ate breakfast, got ready and headed out the door to meet up with good friends for a 10 mile run.

This was going to be a GREAT run. No pace goals...just go enjoy the run! Awesome...I can do that, I'm running with good friends, what is not to enjoy?

5:45 launch time, my friends are as crazy as I am!
I picked the route. there is some elevation, but nothing horrible. And the run started off fine. Normal warm up for me. First mile about a 10, second mile a little faster. Then the brain started churning.

Brain thought I should go run. My legs thought I was flippin' nuts. Brain said run. Legs said screw you.

I couldn't turn my legs over!

At about 5.5 we stopped to stretch and my heart rate was waaaaay too high for the run we were doing. Walked around, stretched some all in an attempt to bring down my HR.

Lisa stuck with Adam (The Running Husband) and me for about another mile and then she had to peel off and start her day. RH and I are weirdly in sync. He was not having a good day either so he was more than willing to keep the last 5 flat.

At about mile 8, I was having back issues so I dropped my hand-held water bottle hoping that would help some. I Picked it back up around 8.5 (should have dropped it sooner). Just a little further up, RH offered to walk a minute to try and recover and get some legs under us. I took him up on it. But I could not catch my breath! My lounges got heavier. I was starting to hyperventilate. I was trying so hard to figure out what was going on. I ate well the past 2 days. I was asleep by 10 last night. Why am I having such a craptastic run? And then. And then the tears came. There may be no crying in baseball, but there sure as hell is crying in Ironman training.

Thankfully, RH has been through this with me before and he knows it won't last long. I do quickly recover. I don't know why I started crying, nothing hurt, just nothing would work either. I wasn't upset with the pace we were running. I was upset at how the pace felt. I know I just blogged about people whining about being slow. I'm not whining about being slower than my usual, I'm whining about how horrible EVERY.DAMN.STEP felt. I even said to him, it's only 10 miles! I go out and run 10s for fun! This should not be hard!

As what usually happens, I quickly recovered and we got the last 1.5 miles done. It sucked. The entire run sucked. The only thing good about the run was the company.

Me and RH faking it at Mile 10
I guess it was my turn. My training has been awesome. I've completed every workout, I'm meeting or exceeding Coach's expectations. I was due for a rough one. I hope Sunday's ride feels better despite being a really tough workout.

Takeaways: I finished. RH offered to get the car and I said no. It'll be a process, but I'm finishing this run. My internal drive was strong when my body was weak. Hopefully the mind and body will come to an agreement to be strong together come race day.

Major kudos RH who was having a similarly tough day yet went out and ran 2 more to hit his training goal of 12 for the day.


  1. I respect your commitment. I also know how you feel because for me, and so many others suffering with chronic pain, every day feels that way. My mind wants to, but my body disagrees. For me, I need a GOOD day once in a while so I remember why I keep struggling through all the bad ones. Keep training, for those of us who can't, it is inspiring.

  2. I started my first, official week of (DRUMROLL, please?!) IRONMAN BASE TRAINING only two weeks ago. Day one, I missed TWO workouts. I *NEVER* miss workouts. Well, maybe "never" is a stretch, but I can count, on one hand, how many I've missed in the last year! So, to start something so monumental, for me, with two missed workouts, well...

    It was LIBERATING! I laughed, shook my head, and reveled in the fact that I'm human. I have job requirements, family requirements, aches, pains, and everything else just like so many of my other athlete friends. I especially thought of the ones who miss multiple workouts every week because of their hectic lives. It made me thankful that I'm able to get most of them in.

    So, just as I had to face my humanity and was able to embrace it, I'm happy to see that you did the same and have turned a negative into a positive! "I guess it was my turn." Yes, it was. And we'll get our turn to hear, "...YOU are an IRONMAN!!!" with these attitudes!

    Rock on! LOVING your blog! Thanks for sharing!

    1. I did that one weekend, I didn't do a single workout Saturday or Sunday and it was awesome. We'll get there, eventually!

  3. We learn more from our bad runs than our good ones, I'm sure. But still they suck. Sorry. :( Way to recover!

  4. Have to have the bad to appreciate the good.

  5. What a well written article. Yes I was fond of saying that 80% of runs were 'trudges', but this goes beyond that. I like that you were able to process it, and take something positive from it, too. No sense in taking more from a 'lesson' than was intended.