It's no secret on this blog that I kinda suck at short distances. For whatever reason, this short body of mine was meant to go long, albeit slow, but long. Example: my full marathon PR is 6:46. That's nearly SEVEN hours. See what I mean by long and slow?? Anyways, back to the short of things. I've never enjoyed 5Ks. Even a 4 miler is questionable. I don't get warmed up until AFTER I hit the 3 mile mark so you can imagine how frustrating a 5K race can be for me.
I've really been struggling to get all of my workouts in right now and I'm basically in survival mode. I'm doing what I can so I survive this triathlon. Come to think of it, my whole life is in survival mode. I cannot wait for the month of May to be OVER. I needed to get out on the trail last night both for my sanity and for training purposes. I set out to just do 3 miles because I still needed to get home and eat dinner and do a million other things. I wasn't expecting magic but I also wasn't expecting shin splints to leave me temporarily handicapped. I'm not kidding! About 3/4 of a mile into the run, my shins were on fire. I tried slowing down but I eventually had to stop. I stretched and walked...sort of. I was hobbling. I limped along while my legs remembered how to work and then tried to run again. Yowza. I ran some but took another walk break as I approached the 1.5 mile mark. I told myself I was going to walk until the pain eased up. When I reached the turnaround, my legs were still cranky. I couldn't come out here and do 3 miserable miles. I knew it would make me feeling worse than if I would have skipped the entire workout. I knew if I did 4 miles, I would at least feel better for that last mile since the 3 mile mark is usually when I find my rhythm.
I finally started running again and was able to run almost the entire trip back (I was secretly very happy when I had to stop to wait for traffic). And sure enough, just past mile 3, I was pain free and feeling comfortable. I could have kept going (minus the hunger). I felt much better that I opted for an additional mile and that the last mile didn't suck. Maybe I need to start finding a way to work for 4-5 milers in during the week....ha. More time? That's a funny one. Maybe next month.
And you all know how easily I'm amused...and how I hate hills I loved the elevation chart the Garmin spit out after my run. And yet another reminder why I love the elevation-challenged Central Ohio: