Anyway, Coach Joe's most recent posting included the line, “Every workout should have a purpose.” Given the struggle that was today's run, I initially didn't think that it had a purpose at all aside from being able to say that I did it but now that I've had a chance to reflect, I think that I did learn something.
I was supposed to run 6 miles yesterday (with 4 of those miles being at tempo pace). However, I was SO TIRED once I got back home from my Shetland adventure that it made sense to put the run off until today. Which would have been fine except that I woke up with a killer migraine at 2am - the kind that comes with nausea, intestinal distress, blurred vision, and an inability to speak coherently. Run with a migraine??? Perish the thought.
But as I sat (very still) on the sofa, and as the pain killers started to kick in, I thought that I'd give it a go, just to see what happened. I fully expected to walk to the top of the lane and then come back home again, and I would have been fine with that, but the cold air helped to clear my head and I decided to carry on.
This was probably the toughest run I've done in weeks and weeks. I gave up on the idea of any sort of tempo run after running the second mile at 10min/mile pace and then needing to stop as I really really felt like I was going to be sick. I wasn't, but it was an unpleasant couple of minutes nonetheless. I walked a lot during mile 3 (into an unexpected headwind and then uphill) and mile 4 (still windy and still up a hill); I told myself that I was doing fartleks, but really I was just walking.
The start of mile 4 saw me back at The Rural Retreat and I was SO TEMPTED either to quit right there or at least to nip inside to use the loo. However, by this point my stubbornness had kicked in and I kept on with my pretend fartleks. And then something odd happened. I started to feel better. By about 4.5 miles, my calves started to feel more relaxed, my hamstrings stopped burning, and my breathing settled down. My head still hurt but it was bearable. My bowels realised that they weren't being pandered to and stopped grumbling. My fartleks stopped being pretend ones. The last mile was just a little bit off tempo pace and felt fine. I would have been happy to continue on.
|I'm in with a chance then!|