This last Saturday I was scheduled to run for 3 hours or 20 miles (which ever came first). I started out the morning a little off…I didn’t eat breakfast (which is very unusual for me) because I was running late to meet my fellow runners and I wasn’t hungry. Even when I’m not hungry, I usually try to eat something anyway knowing I’ll need the calories, but Saturday morning was an exception. 😦
At about mile 3 of the run, I started to feel my energy levels really start to drop, so I choked down a couple of my Clif Shot Bloks (they usually taste great, but not this morning). I kept running, but by mile 7 my heart rate was through the roof and I had to walk a bit to get it down. I was just running at my endurance pace, so nothing that should have taxed my system like this, but I really struggled to keep my heart rate in check the rest of the run. I took in nutrition a couple more times…not because I wanted it, but because I knew I needed it. Yuck…still didn’t taste good. 😦
At about mile 12 I decided I wasn’t going to try to finish the 3 hours/20 miles. With my marathon only 3 weeks away and another 3 hour/20 mile run scheduled for this coming weekend, I decided this run was part of my journey and not my destination. With an accelerated heart rate and lack of appetite, I decided to play it safe and run/walk back to my car (which was still roughly 4 miles away). I consider my destinations to be the races I compete in, but they are actually also just part of my journey…the journey of life.