Not all days go the way you’d like them to. 😞 In hindsight I probably could have seen this one coming- the few runs before this were also difficult, but I started out feeling light and excited to explore a new area. By mile seven, my legs were completely tapped. I felt like I was dragging two pieces of iron underneath me. I had 18 on the agenda, but I just got slower and slower, unable to dredge up the energy or the will. It made me feel pretty shitty, tbh, but by the end I had come to terms with the fact that my body just didn’t have it in me, and I had a plan for the week in order to recover. .
I took yesterday as a rest day, with one long walk, no social media, and I spent my whole night reading, going to bed at 8:30. I slept until 6:30 this morning 😅 and I’m giving myself an extra day off running this week, to give my legs some time to rebuild. .
Looking at my training sheet made me feel a little better. I’m on week 13 of the hardest cycle I’ve done, consistently running 5x per week and cross training 3x per week... no wonder I’m tired!!! 🙃 Can’t blame my body for wanting a little bit of rest. Always good to have a reminder to be forgiving of yourself.