Cocky in my hopes and dreams - pre-suffering.I woke up today wanting to run. At first I thought I'd run down at the beach, but then remembered that there is a surfing contest down at the pier this week. That basically means that half of Riverside County (i.e. the wrong half) would be down there taking up too much space on the beach path.
So I decided I'd run at Bolsa Chica instead. It's just across the Coast Highway but it might as be a zillion miles from the beach.
But first I had to get some work done, which included an email exchange with a business affairs guy from one of the major entertainment companies. This exchange annoyed me enough to provide plenty of aggravation to burn off running. I was looking forward to a good one.
Unfortunately, a "good one" wasn't in the cards today.
I hit the trail about five o'clock. The first mile was OK, but during the second mile something didn't feel right. I wasn't getting into a groove. So I kicked it down a notch and kept going.
Somewhere between the 3rd and 4th mile, I was coming down a hill and making a sharp left onto another trail. It was at this precise moment that I completely bonked out. And as was luck would have it, I was at the farthest point away from the parking lot.
I was wasted, but it didn't matter if I turned back or kept going forward - it was 3 1/2 miles to the car either way. Have I ever mentioned I'm a bit obsessive? I was also just under 3 1/2 miles away from hitting my monthly running goal. And it's the last day of the month.
So I kept going forward figuring if it's gotta suck, it might suck less with a different view.
I honestly don't remember much from the last 3 1/2 miles except suffering. Mile 5 was directly into the wind. A cruel wind. A wind that had been surprisingly absent most of the day. I don't want to assume anything, but perhaps I now know what it feels like when Marathoners talk about hitting a wall after mile 20.
Somehow I got a semi-second wind in the last half mile, and finished 7 miles in just over an hour.
In the latter part of the run, and maxing out what brain capacity I still had, I thought about Kovas' post on Midwest Multi-Sport Life today. It was about motivation, and that helped keep me going. I was having an extraordinarily hard time of it, but stopping never really crossed my mind
Today's motivation was a combination of 2 things: First, I simply wanted to meet my monthly running goal - I'm just like that. Second, and more importantly, I think I was consciously aware that this wasn't going to be the last time I would suffer, so I might as well get some practice in. It's easy to say this now that I'm fed, rested, and have my butt planted on the coach, but the suffering isn't as bad when you put it in the proper perspective.
In the end I think it came down to a lack of nutrition I didn't eat correctly today, and it caught up with me. To be honest this has been happening a lot lately, but not to this extent. I'll need to work on this.
Maybe I need a rest day tomorrow, but I hope not. I really want to bike and swim.