This run did not go as well as planned. I'm blaming my new garmin.
Started out a little to late in the day, so it was warmer than I would have liked. Got my garmin up and headed out. After the first mile beep, I looked at my pace and it said 10:32. I was really surprised because I thought I was running faster than that, but hey- first miles can be slow, so I just tried to pick up the pace a little more and went on to mile 2. When I finally got to mile 2, I was exhaused and over-heated so I stopped to walk a little. My pace for mile 2 said: 10:41. WHAT? I know I wasn't running that slow! I looked at my watch closer and noticed that the spot where my pace should have been was actually the spot where the time was. Ohhhhh dear. I'd been running sub 9 in the heat. Too fast for me. I decided to just run slower and walk when I needed to because I was ready to quit. After mile 3, I stopped to check my pace and realized I didn't have my auto pace lap thing set up, so all I had was an overall pace of 9:19. At that point, I quit running and stood in the shade to fix that stupid watch. It took me a long time to figure it all out, and MR called me to say he was on his way home. I asked him to come pick me up when he got back home because it was too hot and I'd overdone it already. I knew he was 25-30 minutes away and I figured I could manage that.
I ran the next mile at a 10:05, then ran the rest between a 9:50-9:30 pace. I stopped to walk once up the little hill. At one point, there was a turkey buzzard eating a raccoon on the side of the road and when I ran up to him, he didn't even bother flying away. I was in such bad shape, I wasn't even a threat to the little buzzard. He was probably planning on following me for his next meal.
I was keeping a close watch on the time, because I knew MR was coming soon. Every car that came into view I thought, "this must be him....nope...not him." 45 minutes later he calls, "do you want me to come get you?" I was NOT in a good place, and I yelled at him, "WHAT takes 45 minutes??? WHAT????"
When he finally shows up, I'd run 7 miles and walked a total of one mile+. He offers me some soda (my water was long gone), and I realized he was late because he'd stopped at the store. At which point I yelled at him for going to the store instead of coming to save me. I fussed at him the whole way home inbetween my tears and breathing.
We pull into the driveway and he reaches behind the seat to give me a bouquet of flowers. "I got these for you" he said. Well, who's the jerk now? Yep- me.
Lessons learned:
1-sleeping in on Saturday is nice, but it's summer time and too hot to run after 9 am.
2-Don't yell at someone for stopping at the store until you know exactly what they stopped for.
3-Figure out which square has the time of day and which square has the pace in it before running 2 miles and killing myself. | 