Supposed to do a 23 mile run today. A loop around Buffalo Creek:
But I did about an 8 mile out and back instead. I even tried reasoning with myself at mile 5 saying I'd go 10 out and back. But it was clear early on that I was unable to recuperate even when I was on flat or downhill ground.
I think I underestimated how tiring, both mentally and physically, this last week has been on me.
I think I underestimated how tiring, both mentally and physically, this last week has been on me.
But at least it gave me time to take lots of pictures, which I never do on runs since I'm usually focused on running. It took me as long to run almost 17 miles as it should have to run the full 23 I intended.
I really need to write these blogs as I run. I always story tell in my head while it's happening but now that I'm home I'm too tired to think of words.
This whole week was weird and now my run was too. I wasn't down at all, but I just couldn't feel recovered ever ever ever. I was going downhill and still out of breath. Slow and still out of breath. It felt like when I run 20-25 miles and no matter what I'm so tired that my lungs just don't want to get there. My quads felt like rubber. Tired and gelatin, but stiff and even more tired. Blah
It started good too. Two miles of strenuous uphill and i got through it without stopping. But shortly after that I had to stop every mile and just sit there, wondering how the day was going to go. I didn't feel bad enough to turn around, especially after driving an hour to get there. But I did keep thinking "If it takes all day, then that's how long it takes." And then I tried for the 10 miles. But after about 6 miles I kept glancing at my watch every 5 minutes wondering where I was. Le sigh.
When I decided to turn at 7.5 and make it a solid 15 miles, oddly that's when I started to feel better and have fun. Then I decided to just have a fun day and jump around on rocks.
This whole week was weird and now my run was too. I wasn't down at all, but I just couldn't feel recovered ever ever ever. I was going downhill and still out of breath. Slow and still out of breath. It felt like when I run 20-25 miles and no matter what I'm so tired that my lungs just don't want to get there. My quads felt like rubber. Tired and gelatin, but stiff and even more tired. Blah
It started good too. Two miles of strenuous uphill and i got through it without stopping. But shortly after that I had to stop every mile and just sit there, wondering how the day was going to go. I didn't feel bad enough to turn around, especially after driving an hour to get there. But I did keep thinking "If it takes all day, then that's how long it takes." And then I tried for the 10 miles. But after about 6 miles I kept glancing at my watch every 5 minutes wondering where I was. Le sigh.
When I decided to turn at 7.5 and make it a solid 15 miles, oddly that's when I started to feel better and have fun. Then I decided to just have a fun day and jump around on rocks.
And I loved how much my shoes stick too. The rocks, the steep trails. I'm always in love with these Hokas! I feel silly for liking them so much like I'm jumping on bandwagons, but they feel so good!
I'm going to attempt another 15-17 miles tomorrow in Deer Creek and see how that goes. At least it'll be close to home and still difficult. But then I have to figure out the following weeks. Maybe I'll do more public transportation and bike a little less. Hopefully I'll be less tired. I'm thinking if not this weekend then next. And I'll do it at Buffalo again. I doubt I'll get as lucky with the weather and temperature in two weeks (blast wasting my day!) but it'll still be a beautiful fun run.
It's easy to think that I didn't do anything useful today. That my "run" was really a glorified speed hike. But I still logged 5 hours on my feet and 3 hours of run-hiking. It'll go in the log books and mentally work on getting stronger and better.
For now, enjoyable pictures. Sorry this blog sucked. It sounded better in my head 8 hours ago
It's easy to think that I didn't do anything useful today. That my "run" was really a glorified speed hike. But I still logged 5 hours on my feet and 3 hours of run-hiking. It'll go in the log books and mentally work on getting stronger and better.
For now, enjoyable pictures. Sorry this blog sucked. It sounded better in my head 8 hours ago
Sorry some of the pictures are sideways, weebly is sometimes really retarded and there's no way to fix it. I might figure it out later. Sigh.