With the half marathon coming sooner and sooner, I felt
really strange on Thursday. Firstly I went to badminton on Tuesday (I joined a
badminton club last April) from 19.40 to 22.40, so I was really tired and my
legs ached (it’s for this reason I couldn’t go with Pip on Wednesday). In the
other hand I didn’t run for a week and a half, and the half marathon is coming
with the speed of a Formula 1 car - it’s what I feel - and Pip had run the day
before, so when we run again together I’m worried I will have lost my running
stamina. So on my way back from work I found some motivation to go and run a
big loop, to carry on the good training we have. When I was home I climbed the
stairs and changed my clothes to go running while I had the motivation.
I did an 8-mile loop around the house. I start running in
what I felt the same rhythm that I run with Pip – to keep having the same
rhythm all the time – I reached the next village (2.8 miles) in 26 minutes,
which gave me the reason why I was feeling so bad. Everything was hurting me - like
if it was 6/7 miles I was running - because I ran faster than I thought. I
decided to walk a bit, when I say a bit it was a bit, I walked for 20/30
seconds then I restarted running on the
same rhythm that I started – I don’t like changing my rhythm. I did another 2.6
miles, I ran this 2.6 miles in 26 minutes as well.
But from this point I started paying for the silly mistake I
did: before running I always drink a big glass of water to hydrate my body
during the run (and Pip often brings some water) but because I was so motivated
to run this loop I forgot to drink my water.
Anyway, from this moment I started to feel my mouth and my throat becoming
dry, and it was more difficult to run like this so I decided to walk another
20/30 seconds only and then carry on running.
After another 1.5 miles (in 13 minutes) I felt really low,
my mouth and throat were dryer and dryer and it became really difficult to run
like this. At this point I was in the park and it left me only 1.3 miles to
finish. But my body was too tired to carry on running, my legs were aching a
lot, my ankle starting to hurt as well, my mouth and throat were dryer than the
water in the middle of the Sahara… So I decided to walk home.
When I was in the park after a 20-second walk, it was downhill,
so it was faster to run down the hill than walk. I restarted running without
forcing anything, I just let my body go down the hill. Then, when I reach the
end of it I felt that I did rest my legs a bit so I carried on running until
home.
I did the 8 miles in 77 minutes in total, which is not too
bad. I’m happy with myself, I know I did not too bad. But to be honest today my
legs are killing me! Each step I’m taking is really hard (but I like it).
Please don’t forget to sponsor Pip and I for the half
marathon, we are running for Wimbledon Greyhound Welfare. Every donation is important;
every little penny will help them to carry on doing a great job for all the
greyhounds. Please don’t forget, WE COUNT ON YOU!
Princess' Voice: YEAH
give some money for Pickle and the Big Wuss! (that's right, we have voices for our greyhounds).
Brilliant :)
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