Racing is tough on the body. It is harder than any long run, speed work, or casual run. Thus, my legs are dead tired after a race. Add in hard conditions and recovery is harder. I was definitely dehydrated after the race and probably did not catch up on Saturday. That made my workout on Sunday killer hard.
I already thought 12 miles was going to be crazy hard. It is never good to have doubts going into a run. It did not help that I had to run on the treadmill. I am not a treadmill hater, but I do prefer shorter runs on it.
|Can you see it? I still run in the dark even when on the treadmill!|
|Ahh, I turned on the light.|
|Watching the news and then Dancing!|
Actually after 4 miles I stopped because Elena woke up and needed me. I refilled my water and got her settled. I hopped back on to try to finish and I should have never gotten off. That is when I knew 12 would not happen. I managed 4 more miles and got off again. I refilled my water again and had a quick snack. Back on again for two more miles. Dancing with the Stars was over and so was I.
|So done and tired!|
|Can you see how nasty I am?|