8 HILLY MILES // SUNDAY FUNDAY
Except, minus the whole “fun” part because adding in 4 extra hills to your normal running route is nothing short of miserable. And, humbling too.
Just to preface, I did zero icing/stretching on Saturday and only managed to make it out for a 6 lap walk around the track. I also have been dealing with a sore throat since Friday’s misty run and was running on less than 6 hours of sleep this morning. So, the odd may have been slightly stacked against me on this one. However, I did not let that prevent me from going the distance…and complaining every freaking step of the way.
Things started out just fine. Music on shuffle. Earbuds in. Run at a pace you can hold for awhile. Seems simple enough. Then, during lap 1 (less than 2 miles in), I had an up close and personal experience with nature. If you’re an avid reader of this blog, you’ll know that I haven’t seen my dear friends in awhile. Well, apparently they must have missed me, because they made an unexpected, and startling reappearance this morning. In a completely different spot. And, the moment they saw me trotting by, they decided to start running around in circles, even though they were on the complete opposite side of the road.
Cool. So, now there’s no freaking way I can do another lap past that spot. Back to the old route we go.
You know, the route with about a billion (aka 5) hills and all those downhills that are absolute torture on my already messed up hips and pelvis. What a grand idea Caitlyn! This is going to work out splendidly. I can’t imagine what could go wrong. Well, let me tell you, everything went wrong. Everything. I haven’t rain this route in probably 5 or 6 weeks. I am not accustomed to running anything more than the one mini hill to cross the rail road tracks and go down Main Street. I was not at 100% this morning and there is no way I could have been prepared for how hard these hills would be.
So, naturally I had some pretty slow mile times. I had two that were 10 minutes+. Which, would normally frustrate me to no end. And, while I’m not jumping for joy about it, I am honestly just proud of the fact that I did it all without giving up or walking. I took my gel break at mile 4, after climbing all but 1 of the extra hills. And seeing that my pace had slowed to 9:53 at that point wasn’t devastating. It was just proof of how much I need to stick to my flat, circley route. Yeah, it would have meant a lot of repeated scenery for a run as long as today’s. But, in the long run, it’s way easier and puts less wear+tear on my body.
Even with the hills behind me, things did not get any less difficult.
I still had around 3 miles left to cover after that huge, hill filled lap 2 was done. Lovely. 3 miles to cover and basically no speed left in me. No, wow this song is super fast paced and motivating, let’s pick things up a bit. Nope. I left all that energy on the hills and running away from those super scary deer way back at the start. There were a million and one times that I thought about just going 6 miles. 7 miles. 7.5 Any of those distances sounded better, more doable, than 8 fracking miles. That’s such an intimidating distance. Especially when you’re drained and just shuffling along, Every step feeling like an entire mile.
Getting to spend my last 1.5 miles or so running my normal loops, and taking my first trip down the twisty trail post injury felt amazing. Even though I wasn’t running as fast as I would of liked, it still felt good to be back on the right path. To run down the very same roads where I hit previous PRs and ran my first and only 10 miler back in April. I didn’t care if I had to look at the same houses, trees, and pound the same pavement over and over again for the rest of eternity. It certainly beat the awful pukey feeling that those hills gave me.
The highlight of today’s workout came when it was time to train legs…post all the craziness that was this mornings run.
It’s true that today’s average pace (9:49) is the slowest run I have had during these 6 or so weeks of recovery. So, I guess it makes perfect sense that I still had enough energy to bust out a new back squat PR of 175 lbs. x 2. At the same time, I basically felt like I was going to throw up or pass out during my entire 90 minute leg workout. I skipped both barbell RDL’s and Goblet Squats just because I didn’t think I could handle doing them without barfing. I was probably super dehydrated or whatever, but I just was not thirsty enough to drink my normal 64 oz. of water post workout.
Luckily, I was able to get in some Gatorade post workout. That fixed everything and made me feel like a normal person again. After today, I an unsure of just how long I want to make next Sunday’s run. Going back down to 7 sounds good, but staying at 8 and figuring out how to get the distance in on my normal route also sounds good. In all honestly, it will probably be a game day decision. Like, at the 6 mile mark I’ll make the call…when I’m struggling most and really counting on today being the day that Thomas Rhett is at the finish line with a pizza and puppies.