Sunday morning I awoke to a predicted HIGH of -50'C with Extreme windchill. WTH??? Seriously??? I have 16km on the agenda that I HAVE to get done. ~sigh~
Okay I'm heading to the track, but I'll stop by home base for my run club and see if anyone needs a ride to escape the cold. One guys from our clinic was planning on heading out, and refused to head indoors. Cool. I get it. Sort of. Hey just be safe and cover exposed skin buddy and you'll be great.
Last week at the track I just flew, and time flew by. This week though I started off strong and after 2km I could feel I was done. Shit. Now what? FUEL! Yes, fuel! I'll stop for a GU. Awesome...this is going great...for about 60 seconds. Then I was dead again. What the hell is going on? I had a slow crummy 3 more kilometers before the 2:15 pace group came up behind me and picked me up. It was brilliant, all of a sudden I had someone too talk to and i forgot about how shitty I was doing...and my heart rate seemed to consistently settle in at 160 so I was okay with that again.
It's always frustrating when you hear your group leader remind everyone about how slow we're going...and you feel like you're running at the top end of your comfort scale. No one else in the group said we were running slow...as a matter of fact there weren't a lot of them that could keep up...they kept dropping back. Whatever. I can do this. I will do this. It will get done, suck it up buttercup.
Overall the day was a success though. I had 2 wonderful complements given to me by fellow runners and lets be honest, who doesn't love a complement?
Upon getting home and downloading my data I realized that my overall pace was only 7 seconds faster than last week. How is that possible? I was sick last week! Then I looked at the break down. I was inconsistent as hell. There were a of 11's and 12's but there were also a 13,14 and even a 15. So If I were to guess I would say, I would fly and have a great couple of laps and then slow right down even though it felt like I was still flying. Or our walk breaks were not as fast paced as I like.
I'm paying for it all this morning though. I kept saying to my husband yesterday, I ran a 1/2 marathon today in only 16km be nice to me. He laughed. That's how I feel this morning though. So that's good. It means I worked hard. It also scares me. How am I supposed to tackle the 50km? How am i supposed to get this done? I know training will make a difference but jeepers this scares me.
It doesn't help that I'm keeping it a secret for now. I think I'm going to start my double LSR soon. I don't have to until the end of February but it couldn't hurt to get something in now. I suspect I'm going to be forced indoors for more of the double runs that would like. This cold snap is 5 weeks in already and it doesn't show signs of stopping. Tempers are flaring, grumpiness levels are skyrocketing it's going to get ugly soon if we don't get a real break.
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