A Butt Kicking Run
Sometimes a run just takes it out of you. You don’t know when, where, why or how but occasionally you have a run that just significantly zaps the energy right out of you. Last Saturday I ran a 15 miler that did just that. The last few miles I wasn’t sure if I was in the twilight zone or not. I went to bed around 8:00 pm on a Saturday night. I had planned to run another 12 on Sunday but waking up I felt tired, not rested and running at that point was laughable.
Let’s rewind a bit.
When Tim and I started the run on Saturday morning I felt good. I felt like my normal runs had the previous few days. I felt strong, nothing ached and it felt nice to actually be running with someone. Running the week prior had been done very early and solo which made for a boring week of runs. (It reminded me a lot of last year running early mornings in Oswego).
Long story short, we started and I felt fine. He felt fine. The park was beautiful as it always is. Everything was normal.
By mile 7 I still felt fine. I felt strong and we were maintaining around an 8 min per mile pace. Since we were running on trails, it was a bit more challenging but it didn’t seem unmanigable. It did not feel as if I was pushing the pace and we were just talking. I was at a good pace (for me). It wasn’t as if I was going significantly faster or pushing harder.
By mile 10, I found myself overheating so I delayered. (This almost never happens and I’d rather sweat through ten layers then take them off). After delayering gloves, armwarmers and a jacket at mile 11 (the car) we continued. I still felt rather fine. We just went out two miles and came back. While going out two miles I felt great.
Then at the 13 mile point it hit me. I was completely exhausted…at the least convenient time. (If I had been exhausted at mile 11 I could have potentially stopped at the car). The last two miles back to the car went by rather quickly though. I was tired but I didn’t feel like I might peel over. Once we got back to the car it felt like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. I felt like I had all energy zapped out of me. I just sat there.
Why was that? It was “only” 2-3 miles longer than my normal runs. It wasn’t faster. I had properly fueled beforehand. I felt fine. My legs felt fine. I hadn’t done any speed workouts since the Shamrock half marathon a week prior. Was it super delayed DOMS? Was DOMS just sitting, festering in my legs waiting for the most inoppertune time to appear?
Why really knows but once I got home the only thing I wanted to do was eat and sit on my butt. The one day I had a mile long to do list and I couldn’t muster up energy to do any of it. (Except if I could sit and do it or it didn’t take much thinking).
One thing I love about running is that you never know what will happen in every single run. I’ve had runs at a much faster pace that I have bounced back from in a second. I’ve had runs at a much slower pace that seemed to have taken more out of me. Running is a great and beautiful thing that way. Each run cannot be perfect or feel amazing but enjoying them keeps you enjoying running. Fast or slow I will never complain about injury free miles. Even though taking a rest day the following day was not what I wanted it was better for my long term goals.
Questions for you:
Have you had a run that completely wipes you out? (training run)
What is your favorite run ever?