Well, sometimes you just have to admit defeat.
This run defeated me.
The 5k fitness challenge the night before must have took a whole lot more out of me than I realised. Ok, it didnt help that I met up with Rich W for a couple of quick pints within 30 minutes of being home from the Gym. Maybe it was a combination of the two.
I got up as planned. No problem. As I was getting my kit on, I felt dry. Drier than a desert. I grabbed a quick pint of water and filled up my water bottle but it was never going to be enough. I must have dehydrated doing the fitness challenge and then drinking 2 pints not long after was enough to have an effect.
The first mile was horrific. I didnt feel great, the pavements were frosty and slippery and I just couldnt get my legs going. The second mile is mainly down hill but I was still struggling.
Here's the Garmin, just take a look at the pace...
Average pace of 9:20 min/mile? Really? Yeah, bad eh? I only ran 10 miles at 8:45min/mile pace a few weeks back. Proof that overdoing it and drinking is not a good match.
The plan was to originally extend the run to around 7.5-8 miles but by 5k, I'd had more than enough. I doubled back through Danson Park and took the quickest route back. After running up Danson Lane back past Bexley Grammar, I was destroyed. I had absolutely nothing left.
I had to stop. I tried to drag it out as long as I could but I felt sick. So I stopped. The shame. The shame of stopping at 5 miles. It felt like a half marathon.
I composed myself, done some stretching and then ran the last mile back at 9:30min/mile pace but I was frazzled by then.
I'm glad to report the Xmas party was a fabulous success at QMUL yesterday. As of 9pm last night, I drank my last pint until the evening of 6th April, after I've ran the 26.2 miles of the Paris Marathon. If you're going to do it, you need to do it properly :)