This was the week that wasn't. I knew I'd have one of these weeks, which is why I gave myself an extra week to train. I just wish it wasn't so close to the actual race, but it is what it is.
I missed running on Monday and Tuesday because I had a horrible change of weather migraine. I felt like I still needed to rest Wednesday, but I finally got out for four miles on Thursday. Unfortunately, I am horribly unused to eighty degree weather and it sucked. I ran again Friday after work because we had so much going on this morning. This was dumb. I planned for eight miles and I did it, but this was my slowest run yet. It was just so hot and my legs were so tired. The first two miles went well and were under 10 minutes, but then I got into the subdivision where I planned to do the bulk of my run... and I kind of died. It was HOT. There was no shade, no breeze, just the glaring, hot sun. I did the best I could and pushed through, knowing that my car was at least two miles away, but it was miserable. The more miles I did, the more I was walking. I grabbed a compression tank instead of a regular tank and the sweat was just sitting on me with no air flow.
I finally picked up the pace a little in my last mile, where there was shade and breeze again. Then I blissfully went to Starbucks where I bought TWO Venti passion tea lemonades and chugged them both.
It was definitely a discouraging week. I'm trying not to freak out about running 13 miles after two awful runs, but it's hard not to... I know my base is there and this week isn't going to destroy me, I just need to keep telling myself that!