Sunday we were expecting some serious heat. Like…95*. Holy hotness Batman.
So I planned to get up early and get my long run out of the way.
It was my first, so only 7 miles. Not to make 7 miles seem like nothing. It’s the farthest I’ve run since January I think. But still…it seems like nothing. I have friends who are up to 11 in their marathon training already.
I feel behind. I always feel behind.
But remember, I’m going for conservative. I can’t push my training or I’ll end up with an injury and I’m not going for that. It’s not worth it.
I got up at my usual 6am.
I know, you’re thinking…it’s 6am. Isn’t that early for Sunday? Not if you’re me and you have to allow time for the Celiac ritual. We won’t go into the uncomfortable details but suffice it to say, I can’t just get up and run. I never have been able to do that but now I have an explanation.
so I left the house at 8:15. It was warm. Only 73*…I knew it would be toasty fast. The run was supposed to be run at a 12 minute mile. You’re supposed to run your long run purposely 1.5 to 2 minutes slower than your predicted race pace.
This is actually very difficult to do.
I purposely ran as slow as I could and managed an average of an 11 minute mile. Ugh. Not what I was going for.
I’ll try again next week.
By the time I was done, it was 80*. I could’ve sworn it was 90*. No joke it was SO HOT.
But I came in and spent a good 30 minutes foam rolling and then ate what had to be the healthiest meal ever.
I skyped with Sean. My sweet husband. I miss his face. That is all.
and finally…to cap off my day…
I got hit with my hardest migraine in I can’t remember how long.
(you can just expect to see this one again, it’s so freakin’ accurate)
I’m assuming from the heat.
This happens often when I have a long run. I haven’t figured out how to combat this but I think I’m going to up my research into it or it’s going to be a miserable few months.
It started mild…I took my usual half a med.
Half an hour later I took the other half.
An hour later I realized it was critical and I upped my game and took the serious stuff.
An hour after than I was pretty sick and I had to take the anti nausea drug the doctor prescribed and an hour after that…I took the Dilaudid.
I crashed on the couch in the heat and prayed it would stop and thought to myself ~send a note to the doctor thanking her~.
As the routine predicts…I’m up at 3am. Wide awake. I hope I an grab another hour of sleep before work. But if not, at least I got a little.
And at least I got my workout in before it hit.
We are going to have a HOT WEEK. I hope wherever you are you in air conditioning or the weather is beautiful. Maybe Alaska?
I saw the Northern Lights once. Years ago. So beautiful.
I wonder if I have an Alaska readers. 🙁
I’m guessing no.
Run on…and run pain free.