I was scheduled to run W5R3 this Tuesday, and went out two hours after lunch, feeling ready to take on the challenge. It was the hottest day of the year so far, though, and at 14.00, the sun was beating down on me. At 17mins, I had to give in. I was seeing stars, critically dizzy and my heart was thumping in my throat. Thinking back, it was stupid for me to carry on jogging when I knew I was too hot, but I couldn't face not completing the run, especially when I really felt that I could do it, and that I really wanted to.
I came in feeling defeated, I'd been just 3mins off completing, but I knew that I simply couldn't carry on.
I've had to re-think my running schedule - temperatures have skyrocketed here in the last couple of weeks, and the rains have stopped now. I went out today on my morning tea break, at 09.30. It was only a few degrees cooler than on Tuesday, despite being so much earlier, but this time I was ready. I had some ice with me, to put on my head and neck, I was wearing light colours, drank lots of water beforehand... et cetera. This time, I was going to do it.
It was pretty hot. I'll admit that there were rivers of sweat running down my legs. At points I was running comically slowly, feeling a bit givey-uppy... But I thought of all the people on here, and the mantra 'no matter how slowly', and I just...kept...running...
In the end I couldn't believe it when Laura told me to stop. I actually didn't register it for a few seconds and kept going, not realising what she was saying.
Although I've done it, and I feel proud of myself in a way, I also seriously don't believe that it's happened and feel a bit anti-climactic. Did anyone else feel like that?
(Also: My boyfriend asked if he could come with me, but I told him no. He's really effortlessly fit and sporty and while I know he was trying to be kind, it made me feel a bit dumb. I felt silly getting worked up and nervous about a run that he could just do on a whim like that, especially when I've been working hard at this for so long! This stuff comes so easily to him but I have to fight to get anywhere with it...that's what it feels like anyway. I'd feel awful if I couldn't complete the run and he could, when I'm the one who's making such a big deal about training for it.
Maybe I'll be confident enough to let him join me soon. Does anyone else have any similar experiences with that sort of thing? Should I have let him come?)