This past weekend is one of those times where one day you are great and the next you got nothing.
Saturday went way too fast and before I knew it, it was already evening and I still had a 12 mile run to get in.
I don’t know what possessed me, but I convinced the Mrs. to pop a squat on the floor and put in Dexter as I toiled away on the treadmill.
I was originally terrified about the prospect of running so long on the dreadmill. My previous longest distance was 10 miles and by mile 8 it was a non-stop struggle! However, once I started up, I quickly found out that the distraction of blood and intrigue from Dexter coupled with the pleasant company of the Mrs. made the miles fly by.
Before I knew it, I was nearing mile 12 and was feeling great! In fact I was feeling so good, I decided to go for the whole enchilada and shoot for a half marathon.
129 minutes later (the treadmill actually counted to 99:59 and then reset to 0:01), I was done. With a new PR for a half marathon distance!
Afterwards, I stretched and ate and relaxed. I quickly hit the protein shake but being as it was already 10pm, I didn’t hit the ice bath and instead put my feet up and crashed for the night.
The next morning I had a 70 mile bike ride planned and decided (it being Easter and all), that I wouldn’t leave first thing in the morning but I would wait until midmorning.
I should have known better. It always seems that if I don’t get out of the house by dawn, my long bike is ruined. Life comes at you fast and there is no stopping it, especially on a holiday. As it was I barely managed to get a 38 mile ride in. By then the wind had picked up and I was struggling just to maintain 10 mph.
After 3 hours I called it and headed home for fresh turkey and mashed potatoes (Gotta love holidays!!). Even though I was only out there for a little while, I felt wiped out. Any plans I had of coming home and finishing the ride on the trainer was out.
I was exhausted.
Some days you got it - some days you don’t