Today’s run was bad.
I woke up at 5 am (yes, on a Saturday, I know, but I’d rather do that than suffer in the sun). I was actually motivated this time to run 14 miles. This hasn’t happened in a long time. Usually when I wake up to run I have to force my butt out the door. This lack of energy and motivation started sometime in the spring as my body and brain were getting more and more tired from planning the wedding and going through a very tough school year. So, it’s pretty obvious that having excitement (and a little bit of nerves) was something I was going to welcome wholeheartedly and not put to waste.
So, off I went on my usual 14 mile route. The first 3.5 miles are a loop around the complex and surrounding area and then I do an 11ish mile long run through Irvine. Those first 3.5 miles were fine, a little tiring, but it often takes a while for my legs and body to get warmed up so I wasn’t too worried about it. Then, about 4-4.5 miles into the whole thing, I noticed my legs were suddenly TIRED. Like, way more tired than I’m used to experiencing. Generally I’ll get tired but I’m able to push through it and in fact will force myself to push through because I HATE giving up. But this was a different kind of tired. This was that bad tired where your legs are essentially screaming at you to just STOP.
I paused and drank some water and shook out my legs, then started up again. A bit later I was exhausted again. Pause, drink water, shake it out, try again. Finally I just decided that I needed to stop. I had thought about stopping both times I’d paused earlier but wanted to try and see if I could work through it before giving up. I always wonder if I really need to stop or if I’m just being “lazy.” But something in my gut was telling me to stop. Grudgingly, I listened to it and turned around.
During the 3 mile walk back my legs were fine compared to running, but I could tell they were tired. I soaked in the tub for a bit to relax my muscles and then took a warm shower. I then decide to knock out some chores: I changed the sheets, started laundry, dusted, vacuumed, and ran to Costco. (Side note: Costco at 10 am on a Saturday morning is WAY better than any other time of day). I finally got around to eating when I got back.
Today’s breakfast was overnight oats with chocolate protein powder:
In the mix:
- peanut butter
- 1/2 cup oats
- generous handful chocolate chips
- milk mixed with protein powder
- granola added before I ate it
We recently bought this protein powder on Amazon. It’s huge!
You can tell how big it is from the toaster oven, mixer, and crock pot in the background.
I mixed the protein powder into the milk before adding it to the oats so it would dissolve properly. It definitely made the whole thing taste like chocolatey goodness, which I’m definitely not opposed to. 🙂
With the oats I also had a banana with a few strawberries,
iced coffee with milk and Hershey’s,
and chocolate coconut water to help my sore leg muscles.
I took a long time to eat because of switching out laundry, checking email, and chatting with my mom-in-law for a few minutes. I’m also working on burning copies of our wedding pictures to give to our parents. Then, this afternoon I’m going to my Kappa big sis’s bridal shower!
I sure hope next Saturday is more successful run-wise. I’m so frustrated!