It’s an interesting week for running. I’m supposed to be tapering, but we still have a couple of tough runs for this week. Today we had a 10K run scheduled to be at race pace. So, I went along with confidence. It was dark and hazy, and it wasn’t long before the heat was really starting to get to me. Very quickly, my face was drenched with sweat. I was panting hard, and my vision was starting to go blurry. I know the route, so really, blurry vision isn’t the worst thing to happen. Unfortunately, some work was being done on the roads along the way. One stretch of the sidewalk had hoses going across every 30 metres or so. It’s silly. It’s such a hazard. I had to keep my wits about me just to prevent myself from tripping. Unfortunately, one member of our group actually did trip on one of the hoses and got rather banged up.
Well, there were a couple of uphill parts. I struggled a bit to keep the energy going because the humidity was really sapping my strength. By the 5K mark, the heat affected me to the point where I was struggling to keep my lunch down. I guess it didn’t help that I ate a really volatile lunch. Never trust the dirty bird! I was belching fried chicken every couple of minutes. My heart rate was soaring and I was feeling like shit. By the last kilometre or two I was just struggling to get going.
Sure, I made it back, but in my mind it was kind of a failure. I missed my race pace by about 40 seconds per kilometre. I think around this time last year I would have let something like that get me down for a long period, but really I’ve done this so many times that I know that these things can happen. I suppose I should have known better than to eat something greasy, but for something like weather what else can I do? I do hope that Sunday gives me more favourable conditions. If not, well, at the very least I know that I’ll finish. Bah.
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