I just got back from a ROTTEN run.
I just couldn't get my mojo together today. Ugh.
Sat in an ice bath for 15 minutes and drank a whey protein recovery drink...I'm really hoping that my mojo shows up for tomorrow's century.
I waited until it was the hottest part of the day ON PURPOSE (okay, that's just sick and wrong, yet necessary) and headed out with the temperature hovering around 90, a cloudless sky, and over 60% humidity.
Usually, this hasn't bothered me TOO much. But today, I dunno. I just couldn't get my groove.
Came back home to refuel and was dripping EVERYWHERE. Sweat all over the place. Even my own dog wanted nothing to do with me.
Then I headed out for another hour, and it sucked, to put it mildly. Gone were my usual "I love running!" feelings, and in came the "are we done yet?" thoughts.
My overall pace was SLOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW and I came in just under 14 miles. Ugh.
At around mile 13, I saw Rob across the street! I thought it might be a hallucination. He crossed the street and ran with me the last mile-ish to my house. I'm really glad I ran into him there, because I just felt like cow manure. He helped me think about something other than feeling like poo.
So, we'll just chalk that one up to some money in the IM heat bank account, I guess? Better I do this now than run early when it's nice and cool and then DIE on September 10th, right? I learned that lesson the hard way for Deer Creek HIM in 2005!
On a lighter note, please please please go over to Jodi's blog and see for yourself MR. TIGHTY-WHITEY MAN from the Musselman HIM. Seriously. WHY? Mr. Tighty, if you're out there, WTF????? Can you please explain what happened? There are so many theories floating around my friends but we really just need to know.
Off to dinner with a friend, and then BED....and my first century tomorrow followed by a 30 minute runoff.
Hopefully it will go better than today! Oh my mojo.....where are you?
Mojo blogger friend, can you loan me some of yours?