Notes
Just terrible day that started with a series of mistakes on my part that ended up adding up. Dec and I talked on the way up about what I would do if someone started going out in 1:20 pace, and that's exactly what happened. First two miles were 5:57, 5:54. The girl in the pack with me was making some moves to kinda always have me in her peripheral while she pushed the pace of the group, so I decided to back thinking that maybe that would relieve the pace a bit. Ended up being about 20 seconds back around mile 5/6. Climbed a huge ass hill and continued through rolling hills until hitting the 6 mark. Going down the hills I was feeling sick to my stomach, after feeling really hungry at mile 3 (which is uncommon for me). By 6 I could feel my body breaking down a bit, on top of jamming my feet into the front of these very dead shoes I was wearing. Pulled back on the pace, feeling like lightheaded and just gave myself a few seconds to think through a plan. Figured I needed food and the closest thing to that was sugar. Made it to the next aid station and drank an entire glass of gatorade, did that at the next one and took a goo at the next one. Started to feel a bit better and decided to run 6:30s until 10 and from there cut down. Then, at 9 my hair fell out of my braid and literally there's not much more that could have gone wrong. Tucked it in my sports bra and kept going. Started down the hills and my toes and feet were KILLING me. So the plan to pick it up didn't really work. lol ran 6:11/22 or so. The third girl passed me around 11.5 and I just fucking mailed it in. Overall a good pace for a workout. Longer and faster than what I did on this weekend last year (just in complete reverse ;)
Not happy with the day and Dec didn't make me feel much better but after putting it back into perspective, I'm still on solid ground for Grandma's and now's the time to start buckling down and putting in the work.
Still gonna get a blood test asap just to make sure everything is okay.