Yesterday I ride the 4 1/2 miles to and from the Tobacco Trail to run 5.6 miles. I didn’t really pay attention to the temperature, but I hit the first mile pretty quick and then realized there is no way I can continue that pace. I drop back a little. I feel like a nightmare. What’s wrong with me? I must not be recovered from those 9 1/2 miles a couple days ago. That must be it. I knock it back to a slower pace and still feel pretty rough. I am convinced I’m crawling along at 8:30′s. My stomach cramps and my hip is a little tight, so a little past halfway I stop to stretch out for about 15 seconds. Good Lord it’s hot. I feel like my face is in an oven. Bleah!! I resume my presumably slow pace and promise myself I’ll pick it up with a couple miles to go. So I do that and push through the heat and the sluggishness with weak-feeling legs. Even while running, I feel sweat drip off of my arms and shorts and down my legs. Finally I finish and double over heaving for air and feeling unbelievably overheated. So what if it was slow. I got in some more miles this week. This is the hard part getting my run fitness back. Things will get better. I later check the GPS readouts and I averaged 7:17/mile. What?! My “slow” miles were 7:30+. My first “quick” mile was 6:45, and mile #2 at 7:14. And the weather was 92-95 degrees and pretty humid. That’s it. It’s decided. I am truly insane.
Today I rode over to swim practice. I sleep in and get there very late. Today’s workout was 8×500 descend 1-4. I joined in on the second half of the set. We were leaving on the 7:15. First one feels OK, but I feel weak and my back is complaining more and more each flipturn I do. It’s a 6:31. Second one I feel more tired and more weak. It’s a 6:36. Third one I feel dizzy and spent. Did I not eat enough last night? Sheesh. I skip 100 yards of this one, so no split. The last one is survival. I feel so bad that I hope the I am bonking because there’s no way I should feel this bad otherwise. I hang on and think about my stroke. Each flipturn is painful and I sometimes call out in pain under water. I think I do 6:43 or so on this one. I later check the math and the first couple are 1:18-1:19 pace, the last one 1:21′s. Heck– if I can hold that feeling heinous, it’s not all that bad.
I don’t know exactly, but I’ve been working a lot and maybe I’m just not eating enough. It’s not the training volume, rest assured. I’ll be lucky to pull out 10 hours this week, and last few weeks have hovered around 8 hours. Tomorrow I ride with the tri guys. Hope I’m strong enough to hang!
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