10 miles, 1h04m, 6:24 pace
Sleep: 6.5h, 6/10
Resting HR: 42
Legs: 7/10 Little fatigue at the end
Temperature: 80 degrees, 65% humidity
10 miles, 1h13m, 7:18 pace
Sleep: 7.5h, 8/10
Resting HR: 42
Temperature: 80 degrees, 60% humidity
16 miles, 1h55m, 7:00 pace. Worst long run in memory
Sleep: 6.5h, 7/10
Temperature: 84 degrees, 65% humidity
Not sure exactly what to attribute it to, but my planned 20 miler on Thursday found my body crying "Uncle" in a big way between mile 14 and 15. I was reduced to a slow jog, then a slower walk, then finally a full stop. The quads felt hollow and weak, and the hamstrings just stopped bringing the legs up behind me. I still had three miles of uphill and two flat miles to traverse, but I just could not force myself to run it all.
So I walked. I ran a bit, but I couldn't muster much better than 8 minute pace, so after about a half mile of jogging I'd go back to a walk. I even called from the customer service desk at the grocery store for a ride home once I'd run/walked a few miles and was a mile and a half from home. Initially the call was to let Kiera know I was all right after missing my arrival time, but I found myself asking for a ride as soon as I told her I was safe.
Some poor nutrition the two days prior plus an intensely hot and humid day are probably to blame, but I could have made it easier on myself and turned around after 8 miles of my out and back. This was when I started sensing trouble, but for some reason I went out the full 10 before turning around.
I emailed Mystery Coach in a panic, but of course he advised me to take it in stride. I think we've all run out of juice on a long run on occasion, though this was as bad as it's ever gotten for me.
Yesterday's easy 10 miles felt much better, and today's up-tempo run found me feeling pretty much like my old self. I vowed to not get ahead of my planned pace, so I backed off a bit during the second five miles of my 10 to make sure I stayed good to my word. The last mile found me feeling just a little pressure, but I think at that point I was just smelling the barn.
Tomorrow is a medium-long run with the gang, followed by a birthday breakfast courtesy of Kiera. Since I'm turning 37 maybe I'll finally change the "35" on my header.