Happy Marathon Monday! Qualifying for Boston isn’t something I ever aspire to do, but I am very inspired by those who have worked their butts off to get there. Hard work and results!
Speaking of hard work, apparently I’m not doing enough. I had my first half marathon on Saturday. I bonked, I think. I’m not really sure what happened to be honest. I woke up Saturday morning feeling off, kind of gag-y. No, I did not drink any alcohol on Friday, in fact I drank a ton of water because I spent the day lounging in the sun on my patio.
I wasn’t gag-y enough to not run, but it did cross my mind. My run started off great, the first three splits were 8:53, 9:04, 9:15. Then I dipped into the 9:20s and I knew breaking two hours wouldn’t be in the cards. That’s fine I thought, 9:20s is very reasonable considering all of my long training runs have been 9:40s. The wind started to get to me, and then my heart rate started to get wacky. My heart rate was sky rocketing when I held a 9:30 pace. So I slowed, and got frustrated, and then started to run/walk from mile 8 to the end. Argh. Body, why?
I can’t honestly say that I worked my butt off training for this thing, but I can’t say I didn’t do anything either. I did hill repeats, fartleks, and one track workout. I didn’t do enough, that’s for sure. My finish was 2:10, which in the grand scheme of things, is not a bad finish time. I know people who would be giddy to finish in that, I just had higher expectations for myself.
My performance on Saturday makes me feel all give up-y. Why bother? Wahhhhh. Womp.
My performance also makes me want to go work harder.
There’s really not a lot of time before Sytennde Mai 20 mile run in May, but I’ll do what I can.