This very last week sucked balls, this last week was brutal with the heat, humidity and heat index with many days in the feels like 100's. I'll call last week a cutback week with only 27.1 miles, Dorian was having nightmares and waking up throughout the night, and I just couldn't go running during the afternoons/evenings due to it still being around 90 degrees and humid.
Looking back, I know I ran Tuesday, Friday and Saturday and then my speed work Sunday.
Saturday night's run sucked major balls, at some point in the afternoon I got hit with GI issues, as if I had taken some laxative or something. It lasted for a few hours, but I thought was fine for the final hour before my run at 8 PM.
The first 3 miles were alright, I didn't feel the need to stop until around mile 3.2 when I started having gas pains. I found a port-a-potty around mile 3.6 and used it at least 5 times while I ran in that area, I started feeling sick and dehydrated. I had an 18 oz bottle of gatorade, but it was going fast and I was feeling worse and worse. I stopped many times, each time having to pull myself off the ground and move forward. Two miles from home, I had to stop at a house and ask for ice and water. It was 10:15 PM at this point, I didn't want to bother anybody but I knew I couldn't make it home in less than 40 minutes if I didn't get some ice cold water. The man was concerned and asked me if I wanted a ride or to make a phone call but I thanked him for the water and said I should be alright. Those last two miles sucked hard, I managed to run 9 miles and walk the final .5 to the house. It was 86 degrees, 80% humidity and a dew point of 75 with the heat index at 95 that night.... yeah it sucked.
Getting home, I was so sick and dehydrated and went to bed with the shakes and feeling kind of cold and clammy. I really doubted whether I could do my track workout the next night or not.
I woke up Sunday with what felt like a hangover, but took the day recovering and hydrating and just relaxing. By 7:30 PM I was ready... sort of.... I made sure my cooler had two bottles full of ice cold tap water for pouring on my head, two ice cold bottles of water for drinking and two small bottles of gatorade, and I was going to make sure to keep constant watch on how I was feeling. DH didn't want me coming home feeling the way I did Saturday night, he was really concerned.
The plan was for 6x400m, I started with a 1 mile warm up at 9:22 min/mile pace. After that, the workout went this way - Hard lap / Easy Lap - repeat 6 times. Average pace, not time around track
Lap 1 - 6:19 min/mile
Lap 2 - 8:43 min/mile
Lap 3 - 6:17 min/mile
Lap 4 - 8:56 min/mile
Lap 5 - 6:21 min/mile
Lap 6 - 9:04 min/mile
Lap 7 - 6:28 min/mile
Lap 8 - 9:09 min/mile
Lap 9 - 6:20 min/mile
Lap 10 - 9:27 min/mile
Lap 11 - 6:40 min/mile
Lap 12 - 9:25 min/mile
Cool down - .5 miles - 9:06 min/mile
Yeah, seeing those fast paces definitely push me to keep trying each time. But by the 5th hard lap I was feeling it more and more, hopefully with more intervals and track workouts it'll become easier and I might see a day where I can do a whole mile with a pace around 6:30 min/mile.... cooler weather would help too.
Either way, it felt like redemption after Saturday night's horrible run, even though I only ran 4.5 miles on the track. I was tempted to do 2-3 miles easy on the track but it was almost 9 PM and I needed to change my clothes and dry the sweat off.
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