Not what you need huh?
Friday evening was my “night before race” rehearsal, where I practiced what I would be eating the night before race day, to see how it would fuel me. On Saturday morning I made a slight variation to my practice race breakfast, I ate 2 scrambled eggs on toast instead of the usual 1 egg and ½ tin of beans, as I heard beans can cause problems on long runs (not that it has given me any issues before). Off I went for a 10K run. I thought I was well prepared, I thought it would be straightforward.
While still walking I felt awful. Hotter than I expected, a bit queasy, lethargic and heavy. I couldn’t get my mind to convince my legs to move, despite deploying all my usual motivational strategies. After I started running, it took less than 500m before I got a stitch and slowed to a walk, though this time I had the convenient excuse of traffic lights. I was “running” (I use the term loosely) through the bustling high street trying to bypass shoppers and kids and just didn’t have it in me to make any effort.
On I shuffled. Walk, shuffle, walk, up a slope and turned into a bridleway that I had spotted the day before on googlemaps but never run on. It was lovely, with a flat, wide, good surface, beautiful scenery, but all I could muster was walk, shuffle, walk
7K in I came up to a level crossing, a gated non-automated one, where you have to check thoroughly that nothing is coming as no lights and sounds will do it for you. Luckily a train was coming, giving me an excuse to stop and chat to a man walking his dog for a couple of minutes while we waited for the train to go past.
Round the next corner I got a fly in my eye. Darn it! More time wasted as I tried to fish it out, using my phone as a mirror. It didn’t work and so I pressed on trying to ignore the watering and discomfort.
I turned out of the bridleway, back into the village streets for the last 1.5k home. This time it was not so much walk, shuffle walk, more like shuffle, shuffle, walk. A marked improvement! I managed to only stop once during that 1.5K, woohoo! I even managed something I could call a run for the last K.
All in all, a pretty disappointing performance and it has knocked my confidence for the HM next weekend. I thought I was prepared, but now I wonder if I can even get round without walking, and worse, people want to come out to support me! Argh!! Public humiliation awaits!
OK, be reasonable woman and draw some positives from this:
•I can’t wait to try my new bridleway route again, it was lovely. Just when I thought I’d run everything near home, I found something new.
•I saw a red kite.
•I felt ill, but it wasn’t my guts that was the problem. My biggest race day fear is toilet issues, so I got some confidence from that.
•There were a couple of inclines and I have developed a way that suits me to get up them.
•My final K was 5.22 mins
•I didn’t get lost (that’s got to be a first!)
I may be clutching at straws, but looking back, I seem to alternate between good and not so good long runs, so maybe, just maybe I’ll get through it next weekend.