I knew that today and next Monday were the only two days I was going to be able to fit in runs before my 10K race next weekend. As I can't run before late afternoon without getting migraines, I got on with my Saturday, and started thinking about running around 6pm.
As usual, I made my bottle of sports drink, and headed off upstairs to get changed. I really didn't feel like running, but thought I'd get changed and that would get me in the mood. It didn't. For the first time in months, getting the kit on and doing the stretches didn't make me want to go out.
But out I went. And I was determined to put any negativity behind me and enjoy the run.
The first 10 minutes were very hard work, and they always are, but it didn't get any easier after 10 minutes. In fact, apart from a few brief intervals which I did enjoy, it was a hard slog all the way round. My legs felt really heavy, very tired, and very achey all the way round. I knew all the way round that I was going slower than usual too, but I just couldn't push harder. After about 2.5K my route brings me very close to home again, and I nearly gave in then. But I carried on. I gave up all thoughts of completing my now usual 9K, and just tried to get to 7K.
The run gave me plenty of time to wonder what the problem was, and it's very simple. I hadn't drunk anywhere near enough water throughout the day. I always have a big bottle of homemade sports drink before I go out, but that isn't enough to make up for a day of under-hydration (for me, anyway). So I was basically dehydrated, with a belly full of liquid. Lesson learned. The day before the 10K next week I'll be making very sure I drink enough throughout the day.
Anyway, how many times have I written cheerily on blogs here "It was just a bad run. We all have them. Put it behind you and enjoy the next one " Time to follow my own advice, methinks...!