Ugh. I had a different post planned for today, but then yesterday happened and I couldn’t possibly not document the event. Negative or not.
Yesterday (I can’t even call it morning) I got up at 4:30 a.m..
For a run.
Are you freaking kidding me? Who the hell’s bright idea was that?
Oh right. Mine.
Following Monday’s glorious revelation that I was on the mend, I thought for sure I’d be good to go for Wednesday morning too. But instead of taking it easy, as was initially planned, I thought, well, hey, I could probably get back on with my training program, and seeing as how Wednesday’s run was to be a 60 minute run, 40 minutes of which were at tempo pace (5:00-5:15 min/km) I needed to get up earlier to ensure I’d be back and showered before Little Ring woke from his evening slumber. So, 4:30 it was.
And you know what? It’s pretty darn dark at 4:30. And when you see a guy sitting on a bench next to the playground, or a dude standing outside his parked vehicle with the motor on, no one else in sight, I got to say, worst thoughts come to mind… or maybe that’s just me. Oh and hey, those visions captured out of the corner of your eye, they may just be hallucinations, but by gawd, they get your heart pounding full of fear nonetheless.
Now, maybe my super early morning running experience would have been different had I not had such a troublesome run. Maybe I would have actually enjoyed it and not thought my life in danger every stride of the way. But alas, that was not to be.
From the moment I started running, there was pressure, not hammers, but an uncomfortable pressure that had me questioning whether I should be continuing or not. In hopes of it alleviating, I kept going. I tried to keep my form proper, I tried to quicken my foot turnover, I tried to get my pace up, but none of it worked. The pressure was not dissipating.
Not even 20 minutes in, I stopped.
- 4:30 a.m. BG before: 6.9
- Temp. basal: none
- Carbs: 1/2 Bonk Breaker bar (17g) with bolus
- Time: 16:49
- Distance: 2.88 km
- Average pace: 5:50 min/km
- Average cadence: 84 spm
- 6 a.m. BG after: 4.1
And now, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know why the pressure was there this time but not the last time. I don’t know why Monday’s run was so great, and this one so abysmal. I don’t know if I should have kept going or if I was right to stop. I don’t know if I should keep trying or take another week. I don’t know what this means for my training.
Which sucks given last week’s confidence 😦