Today I did a very slow 3km and for some reason it was one of the most difficult runs I've done.
I had a decent meal last night, an excellent night's sleep, two days since my last run so my legs were all rested, a coffee and some water before I set off (my normal). I've run this route before and it's no hillier than the other runs I do round here but...
I set off slowly and realised my pace was about 2+ mins/km slower than my usual. Heart rate was lower too. I was quite pleased, I've been trying to slow down. I ran for about half a km and decided to shift things up a little. My legs didn't want to cooperate. I carried on at the same pace.
And so it went on. I tackled gentle slopes on tarmac and paths, easy surfaces. When I reached the final stretch of road I came the closest I've ever come to giving up and ending a run early. It just all seemed too much effort. Pulled myself together and carried on, moving from slow walking pace to walking pace to running, with a little walk or two in between.
As we neared 3km my husband was happily running uphill way ahead of me. I decided to run downhill to our starting point at the beach. It wasn't quite far enough to get me to 3km so I carried on downwards until the app said I'd reached my goal then walked uphill back to where we swim.
All through I was checking my heartrate. On a normal run I usually do at least half in the maximum zone, but I didn't even reach it today - about half was in zone 3 and quarter in zone 2. I wasn't breathless so it should have felt really easy but no, it was a slog.
It wasn't even particularly hot, only 18C.
Once I stopped and was getting ready to swim I noticed my HR had gone up to 148 (but I felt calm and relaxed). What on earth is going on? I got out of the water and took deep breaths until it fell to something much more reasonable which only took a minute or so. It was fine, normal, after that.
When I got home I had a word with my brother in law, an ER doctor, but he didn't think there was anything sinister.
The only conclusion I'm left with is that I've turned into an old lady overnight as evidenced by my affinity for the neighbourhood cats (at least 4 of the 10 who have been scrounging food are shown in the pic)😂.