I waved to my boys who were watching from the window and headed out. I really wanted to focus on slowing down my pace and doing an actual slow, long run. According to the awesome McMillan Running Calculator, my long run pace should be between 8:51-9:51. I knew this would be a challenge because it is just hard for me to SLOW down when I'm running. I don't know what it is, but it's something I need to work on, especially since I'm training for a marathon. Anyways, for the first few miles I was around an 8:30 pace. I kept telling myself to slow down and finally I was able to maintain around a 8:50 pace. It was hard, but I was doing it! Around the same time I really started to notice how hot and fumid (thanks for the term Jon!) it was! I was thankful that I had Nuun in my water bottle because I was sweating like crazy. I was trying to drink as much as I could, but the water was just not sitting well in my stomach and I felt constantly thirsty. I knew this could lead to some problems later in my run, and I was right.
I decided to do an out and back course with a little loop thrown in the middle. I was feeling pretty good until around 4.5 miles into my run. I ate a Gu thinking it would give me the boost I needed, but it didn't work. Shortly after I started cramping really bad. It hurt so bad to run, but I kept going. Then my back started getting little cramps. Ugh! At this point I knew there was no way I was going to be able to run the full 10M. I kept thinking about how I might have to run in these same conditions for my HIM, and again, doubt crept into my head about whether or not I'm going to be ready.
I got back to the park where I had done a loop and just decided to head back home which was about 2 miles away. I came to a hill and walked up it. I rarely walk when I'm out for a run, but my body was really shutting down. I kept burping and feeling like I was going to puke. It felt like I had a huge ball of something inside my chest right below my sternum. The funny thing was that I kept thinking that if I did end up puking, at least I would get the pukie award from BDD! Ha ha! That thought, in and of itself, made me feel a little better, and I kept going.
Around the 6M point, my legs got really heavy and I was having a hard time picking them up. I was a complete mess! I would see a stop light up ahead and pray that it would turn red just so I would have an excuse to stop and take a break. Well, someone must have heard my prayers, because I literally hit every red light on my way back home. I passed some guy going the opposite direction and he said, "You better run faster because there's a bear chasing you!" Really guy? At the last light, I was getting really light headed and knew I had to get home fast. Now, I know my body well enough that when I get like this, passing out is almost inevitable. I got off the main road, turned onto my street and walked the 2 blocks back to my house. Even when I was walking I was going so slow. I got closer to home and saw my husband open the door to let me in. He saw me and asked if I was alright, then I just laid down in the grass and told him that I just needed some time to rest. He promptly brought me inside where it was cool, handed me an ice pack for my neck, and got me a big glass of ice water to drink. He knew just what I needed and that ice pack felt sooo good! He made sure I was alright, then went downstairs to continue watching the Tour de France time trials...ha ha...gotta love him! :)
Post-run picture. Red, hot, sweaty, and thankful to be done! Notice the "rocky mt. peaks" on my visor!
Although I didn't do the full 10M, I still got 7M in and am happy that I was even able to do that. Looking back, I know I was dehydrated from the get go. I thought I had hydrated enough, but I just wasn't expecting the humidity. It really is amazing how it effects how you run. Next time I will definitely be more prepared.
I hope you all have a happy 4th of July weekend! :)