by What a crappy run. My morning Walnut Creek run just blew chunks.
It didn’t start off that bad; I actually woke up and didn’t want to go back to sleep. That was a good start. I got there a bit early, had time for a pit stop, and spent a bit of time chatting. There were just four of us, and we quickly split into the two faster up ahead, followed by me and the nice guy sweeping (or babysitting me, if you will). I hate to make anyone run slower, but he said my pace was good practice for his 100 miler pace at Cactus Rose. We chatted while we ran.
It was dark and a bit gooshy from the rain, so add cautious into my slow pace and I’m even slower. I was drenched in sweat, and it actually felt a bit hard to breathe for me. I just kept slowing down, and the legs kept getting heavier and heavier. When we came up after the switchbacks (but before the Maze aid station), I said I was cutting it short and heading back in.
Normally, I should’ve beaten them back to the parking lot. Today, I didn’t. I don’t know what the issue was but I couldn’t run another step. I also made a bad turn, but still…I should’ve beaten them back. And so everyone waited for me, and the nice fellow (dang, what IS his name? Paul?) even came back to look for me. Humiliating. Fortunately, I was only a short distance from the parking lot by then.
I think some poor food choices yesterday and no breakfast this morning piled onto the problem, which was also exacerbated by the humidity.
Long story short=it just wasn’t my day.
