As planned I headed up to the curragh camp Thursday night for a training run with the club. Planned on being really conservative and doing about 4 miles total. Of course secretly I was hoping I'd warm up, jog the first lap and feel so fantastic that I would end up only doing the 4 miles but know that I could have done more if I wanted. Spoiler alert....That didn't happen!
What really happened is this. I turned up, ran about 1.5 miles at what should have been an easy pace but felt ridiculously hard. And then I died.
Well not quite but I felt like I did. Double vision, heart-rate through the roof, breathing uncontrolled, legs of lead. I did a pathetic sobby little jog back the next mile to the car by which point I had calmed down a bit. At least I wasn't doing the "Woe is me! My running is broken!" wail by the time the coach spotted me so at I didn't look like as big of an eejit. Anyway I was told to go home and not come back til Monday and see how I get on then. Which is probably sensible advice so I'll ignore it and give it another go by myself on Sunday.