I don’t even know where to start. This weekend was awesome and horrible and inspiring and draining all in one! I had my CrossFit certification (which was amazing) but more on that later. Let’s rewind to Thursday evening….
It started with taking advantage of the fall like temps that I love.
I had the perfect night-before-a-long-run. Hydrated, fueled, rested. The whole shebang.
Forward to Friday morning.
My run was awful. I’m tired of shitty ass runs. I push hard. I push harder. I get slower and slower. Something’s gotta give. Mentally, physically. All of it. At mile 11 I was defeated. Well, at mile 3 it was already game-on and I was working hard to keep 8:50 pace. I am not knocking that pace at all, but that’s not where I should be. I should be more than comfortable there and working for 8’s.
Worst run of my life. There was walking. a lot of it. There were tears. A lot of them too.
The one run I didn’t have my phone, of course. If I had a way to, I would have called for a ride.
4 days later I still get upset thinking about it. It was a train wreck and then some. I have been avoiding posting because I just don’t know what to say.
I need to look at my training. overtraining in particular. I need to look at nutrition. Not enough of something, but what?
6 weeks. That’s all I have left. Only 6 weeks. I have a lot of reevaluating to do. And tweaking. and getting my head on straight. This weekend was killer on me mentally and physically. Something’s gotta give.