I gave myself a big dose of it yesterday. I was down for 12 miles, my last long run before next Saturday's half. I was feeling better, and I've been having really good long runs lately, so I was pretty excited to see what I could do.
While my heart was in the game, apparently my head was not. I made some stupid mistakes, starting the day before, but I didn't really realize what I'd done until it was too late. When you combine everything from still recovering from being sick, to being dehydrated, to being so focused on weight loss that I apparently forgot that calories=energy, to being lazy and not getting started early enough to avoid the glaring sun... let's just say there was nothing good about Saturday's 12 miles.
But whatever. I'm not gonna let it bother me too much. I know bad runs happen, and I was overdue for one. It's been a while since I've had a really bad one. If I had to have one, I'm just glad to have gotten it out of the way this week instead of next.Labels: fail