This week was a little rough because, well, I just was not back in work mode yet. My sleep was off, my eating was off, I wasn't drinking like I had been this summer and need to be. Our mid-week runs went ok--I was a little tireder than usual, but ran them at the pace I wanted to--but our long run was particularly rough.
We ran from about 11am-2pm, which I'm coming to find out doesn't work well for me. I was starving the whole time and we're pretty sure I was a little dehydrated and at mile 12.5 out of 15 I had to stop because I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded and it was work just to put one foot in front of the other.
Landon was done with his 15 miles at that point because, despite some muscle tightness issues, he was able to hit his time goal really well, so we went and got smoothie king and some lunch and about 2 hours later, I was out again, running the rest of my miles. I was tired, but I felt much better, like I was able to run normally again. I was going to just finish my last 2.5 miles so I could at least say I ran the miles, but made myself do 3.5 instead of 2.5 as punishment or something for stopping early.
Part of me is really mad that I wasn't able to do all 15, but the rational side of me says that sometimes it's like that. And one bad run doesn't determine how I'll run on the day of the marathon, thank goodness. And it made me more determined to get back on track with my sleep and eating/drinking habits, because unlike my husband, who's pretty much just awesome, sleep and what I eat and how much I drink really affects how I run.
Next week, I'm determined to run much better and run all 16 miles consecutively.
And on that note, I'm going to bed. Because it is way past my bedtime and morning will come early, I'm sure.
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