I'll be honest. CrossFit is hard for me. Like really, really hard and it makes me sore, like really, really sore. Like I can't walk for three days after. This makes running my miles VERY difficult. Like really, really difficult. Like today I could barely move and I had to walk a lot. It wasn't pretty. Like really, really not pretty.
I set out at North Park to run 10 miles today. I would have to do the lake loop two times. Ugh! When I started out it felt like every muscle in my lower half was going to explode. My butt hurt and my hamstrings were tight. My shins ached (probably a product of wearing my barefoot running shoes to run in yesterday during CrossFit) and my Achilles tendonitis was acting up. Not at all fun.
I completed the first 1.7 miles when I reached a water fountain. I stopped there to take a drink and I stretched. I felt a teeny, tiny bit better, but my body just wasn't having any of it. I gave myself permission to be slow. After all, that was the only way I'd make it through this run. Around the 4 mile mark (yes 40 minutes into my run) my body felt like it could tolerate running.
Mile 1: 11:09
Mile 2: 11:02
Mile 3: 11:13
Mile 4: 10:52
Even though my body started to feel better, I was STARVING. As in my stomach felt like it was eating itself. I hadn't packed any Gu with me and I began cursing myself. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had a kid's Cliff Zbar in my purse in my car. All I had to do was make it to 5 miles and I could grab it.
Mile 5: 11:09
As I approached the 5 miles and hit my car for my food, I sat there asking myself why in world I would keep going. I texted Tracey and told her I wanted to quit. Tracey told me to take it slow. Haha, little did she know I already was. I decided, it might be tough, but I COULD do it and I was going to push on.
So I set back out for loop two. The Zbar definitely helped to quiet my belly rumbles and I felt like I had the appropriate amount of energy to keep moving. My legs hurt so badly, however, so I allowed myself to power walk up some of the hills. 20 seconds per walking interval. Some of my miles were really slow.
Mile 6: 11:58 (oh boy)
Mile 7: 11:59 (oh my)
Mile 8: 13:47 (um how many walk breaks were there?)
Ok those may have been the worst 3 miles of all time. I know I was hurting physically, but I feel like I mentally gave up on this run and it showed.
With just 2 miles left to go I tried to talk myself into picking it up. I reminded myself that running on tired legs is important for the marathon. I couldn't quit the day of the marathon and I'm not going to quit now!
Mile 9: 11:00
Mile 10: 11:13
Well there you have it. A craptastic run. There's no two ways about it. It just sucked from beginning to end. I know some people are going to think that maybe I'm putting my body through too much and that I should take a rest day if I feel sore. I honestly believe there is a difference between being injured and being sore. If I felt like I were injured in any way I would most definitely rest. I'm just sore and I don't feel like there is anything wrong pushing through muscle soreness. Sure my ego pays for it, but so far that's it.
I better get used to it, because my mid week schedule doesn't appear to be getting much easier. I have 3 weeks (alternating every other week) that have a 10 mile Wednesday run followed by a 20 mile long run. Shoot me now!
Have you ever pushed through a run when all you really wanted to do was quit?