Today I Had To Stop To Walk On A Long Run Because Of The Warm Weather.
I spent this afternoon watching the Andy Murray vs Djokovic but when shit got real in the 3rd set, I couldn’t handle the tension and went out on a run as I’m a pussy when I want someone to win (I was supporting Murray).
I failed to learn yesterday’s lesson regarding liquids. I brought nothing with me and it was even warmer outside today.
I tried my best to keep it slow and I was great for the first 10k but then fucked up majorly by attempting to run the hill loop.
I got up to 200m of the climb with only 40m to go before the route flattened out but my body and mind gave up and I turned back down the hill.
Running down the hill wasn’t fun.
When you run every week you start to get a feel for what your body is capable of. I knew that I only had a maximum of 11 miles in me today which is why I chose the hill route. Once I get to 9 miles around there it’s pretty much freewheeling downhill until I reach home at mile 11.
Since I didn’t make it all of the way up the hill, I had to retrace my steps which added 2 miles onto my minimum journey home.
By the time I was at the bottom I was so thirsty that it hurt. I made the decision to try to run those miles as quickly as possible to escape my thirst.
5 miles left and you’re only getting thirstier, boy!
From 8 miles onwards the only thought that kept me going was the realisation that I’d have to walk 5 miles home if I stopped. Given how hot it was outside I tried to focus on just making time pass.
It was fucking intense but I struggled on and eventually gave in at 11 miles with only 2 miles until home.
I say “only” but those last 2 miles were painful. I didn’t know who had won the Tennis and the thirst was only getting worse.
5 lessons learnt from this shitty experience.
- No matter how desperate you get, don’t pick up bottles of liquid by the roadside – I’ve only ever did this during races when I’ve seen someone drop their drink. Since I’m pretty certain that they haven’t had the opportunity to piss or wank into the beverage, I don’t mind picking their drink up. At my most desperate at mile 10 I seen a half full bottle of Lucozade Sport by the roadside and almost went for it. The only thing that stopped me was the colour of the drink. It reminded me of my morning piss as a student after a night of Special Brew.
- Always bring a bottle of isotonic sports drink with you on a warm day – I shouldn’t have to stress this to myself again but fucking hell! Do it.
- Sometimes it is OK to stop – I was disappointed that I gave in at 11 miles but I honestly couldn’t go on any further. If I’d persisted with it, I may well have collapsed. It’s best to pay attention to how your body is feeling and to respond if you’re in doubt.
- Just because you’ve stopped to walk doesn’t mean you have to walk the rest of your journey – Sure, I walked at least a mile of the 2 miles home, but I jogged just under a mile of it. It was great running without having to worry about my splits.
- Nothing wrong with finding your limits – Today I fucked up and got schooled by the road. I’m not invincibile and I need to put more effort into pre run preparation. I’m not giving up on running any time soon.