Well…..then the going just gets tough!!
Sometimes the only choice you have is to take a few more steps.
That's what I did today, and whether it was smart or not I don't really know. I just know that I didn't feel like I had a choice. To not complete the run today would have been pretty demotivating.
Actually I thought it was over when it had barely begun. I didn't like the way it felt right away but obviously I needed to give it a fair shot. It was only what I would call mild discomfort. Then just before 2 kms my hamstring suddenly grabbed so badly that I actually stumbled. Immediately I knew it was over for another day, but as soon as I processed that, I also decided to try just a few more steps. Somehow I kept moving despite what was now more like major discomfort.
I kept going with the intention of at least completing the block. (7.3 kms) Every step was extremely stressful, but not incapacitating. By the time I got back to the mailbox with only one small re-occurrence of the severe cramp, I decided maybe another block.
That is the way I kept plugging away, although very slowly, and very unhappily. It was hard to even take pleasure in the glorious sunshine. Normally I would just have given it up, because running should be fun, But like I said earlier….I needed to do this one.
Strangely enough at about 20 kms I realized that the pain was not near as bad, and by 24 kms it was almost gone! Wow! Was I ever glad I kept going.
Unfortunately, for some reason, at this point I totally ran out of fuel. I didn't know for sure what happened but at the time I just chalked up to the stress I was running under. It wasn't til later that perhaps I hit on the real culprit. Of course getting home was the only thing on my mind at that point, and it really became a case of survival. I probably walked half of the last 6 kms, but I did get my 30 kms in.
I needed a bit of help to get stabilized once I did get back, but fortunately Roo was here to bug me into eating and drinking. I did pretty well as I got a big protein shake, a banana, and some toast into me before I crashed. It was several hours later that the other clue kicked in. I decided to shower, and hopped on the scale first. Much to my surprise I was at least 6 pounds under what I should have been!! I think I was dehydrated! I had dressed quite warmly because I needed to keep my legs warm and I didn't drink near enough to compensate. You would think I would know better by now eh?
But it's over, and while I still don't know if it was smart I'm gonna sleep the sleep of the just tonite. Rest day tomorrow.
Run 30 kms...very slow
"When you are tough on yourself, life is going to be infinitely easier on you"---Zig Ziglar
Love
Peter
Sometimes the only choice you have is to take a few more steps.
That's what I did today, and whether it was smart or not I don't really know. I just know that I didn't feel like I had a choice. To not complete the run today would have been pretty demotivating.
Actually I thought it was over when it had barely begun. I didn't like the way it felt right away but obviously I needed to give it a fair shot. It was only what I would call mild discomfort. Then just before 2 kms my hamstring suddenly grabbed so badly that I actually stumbled. Immediately I knew it was over for another day, but as soon as I processed that, I also decided to try just a few more steps. Somehow I kept moving despite what was now more like major discomfort.
I kept going with the intention of at least completing the block. (7.3 kms) Every step was extremely stressful, but not incapacitating. By the time I got back to the mailbox with only one small re-occurrence of the severe cramp, I decided maybe another block.
That is the way I kept plugging away, although very slowly, and very unhappily. It was hard to even take pleasure in the glorious sunshine. Normally I would just have given it up, because running should be fun, But like I said earlier….I needed to do this one.
Strangely enough at about 20 kms I realized that the pain was not near as bad, and by 24 kms it was almost gone! Wow! Was I ever glad I kept going.
Unfortunately, for some reason, at this point I totally ran out of fuel. I didn't know for sure what happened but at the time I just chalked up to the stress I was running under. It wasn't til later that perhaps I hit on the real culprit. Of course getting home was the only thing on my mind at that point, and it really became a case of survival. I probably walked half of the last 6 kms, but I did get my 30 kms in.
I needed a bit of help to get stabilized once I did get back, but fortunately Roo was here to bug me into eating and drinking. I did pretty well as I got a big protein shake, a banana, and some toast into me before I crashed. It was several hours later that the other clue kicked in. I decided to shower, and hopped on the scale first. Much to my surprise I was at least 6 pounds under what I should have been!! I think I was dehydrated! I had dressed quite warmly because I needed to keep my legs warm and I didn't drink near enough to compensate. You would think I would know better by now eh?
But it's over, and while I still don't know if it was smart I'm gonna sleep the sleep of the just tonite. Rest day tomorrow.
Run 30 kms...very slow
"When you are tough on yourself, life is going to be infinitely easier on you"---Zig Ziglar
Love
Peter
I love you, Pete. Thank god for Roo!!
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