Marathon Breakdown Numero Uno

17 Feb

One runner, on the verge of a massive breakdown.  In fair Chicago, where we lay our scene…

Last Night

Last night I had big plans.  My training plan calls for 15 miles this weekend, and I got it in my head that I was going to knock that out before work this morning.  I had good reason for this, I assure you.  We have a late reservation at Girl & The Goat tonight and I anticipate eating a lot of unhealthy food as well as imbibing in a few adult beverages.  I figured it would make sense to get my long run out of the way before this, since I’m pretty sure fried chickpea fritters and 5 beers aren’t the best pre-run fuel.

So, I filled my water bottle and placed it in the fridge.  I arranged both indoor and outdoor running gear in the bathroom.  I developed a plan.  I’d rise before the sun and bang out 6 miles on the treadmill.  Then, I’d come home and grab Izzie for a 3 mile loop before finishing off my 15 on the lakefront.

Alarm set for 5:00, I went to bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When my alarm went off, I immediately reset it for 6:30.  My brilliant plan suddenly didn’t seem so brilliant, and I figured I’d just run a quick 5 this morning and cool it on the beers later tonight.

This Morning

By the time 7:00 rolled around, I was up, dressed, and prepping for my run.  I was super excited to break in my new Garmin watch and headed out the door with a positive outlook.  Satellites located, I took off running jogging and promptly realized that I had forgotten my iPod.  Fail #1.  How am I supposed to run without my beloved Pauly D?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Still feeling pretty positive, I continued along.  Oh yeah, running yeah!

Then, I was stopped by Izzie who decided she needed to eat some grass.  Once I got her moving again, I looked down at my watch and realized that I hadn’t started the timer.  Fail #2.

Assuming I was about .1 mile into my run, I started the timer and kept plugging.  Izzie was kind enough to stop and sniff several more times, and my watch was never able to pick back up.  Fail #3.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you kidding me?!?!  I was fuming by the time my 1-mile dog loop ended.  I wasn’t too thrilled with Izzie, and I definitely wasn’t happy that my $250 watch told me my average pace was 25 minute miles.

I dropped Izzie off at home, and Nick was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of the start of my breakdown.

After a few minutes of irrational venting about the pace calculator on my watch, I headed back out to finish whatever I possibly could of this godforsaken run.

I ran 2 more miles, but my foot started to hurt a little bit so I threw in the towel.  When I got home, I was in an even worse mood and hat a flat-out breakdown over the watch the fact that I’m running 26.2 miles in approximately 10 weeks and I could barely make it through 3 without injuring someone today.

I’d like to say this is the last time this will  happen, but I’m sure it won’t be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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At least it’s Friday.  I’ll be sticking to wine tonight, and am hopeful that green beans doused in butter are in fact good pre-run fuel.

Check ya later!

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