A couple of years ago I would have laughed at the idea of an “easy” 10k. At that time running 5k was possible, 10k was a challenge, a Half Marathon was nothing but a dream … and a Marathon.. not even on the radar.
Fast forward two years and I am training for my second Marathon. Today’s training run was ‘easy 10k.” I was looking forward to this one. It is a nice manageable distance and I didn’t have to worry about pace or intervals or anything at all. Just me putting one foot in front of the other. I’ve come a long way, baby!
I usually run immediately after work. Today I had to walk home first, 2.5km uphill. As I plodded along I realized how tired I was. After arriving at home I rested for a half hour before venturing out for my run. Immediately I realized that there was not going to be anything easy about this run. It was a mental battle to keep going and I finally conceded at 5k.
Here are some of the reasons why I stopped at 5k.
- My quads were like bricks, unforgiving the whole way.
- I realized within minutes that I forgot to change into a sports bra.
- side-boob chaff from previous Long Run was sending subtle reminders that it was still there
- it was windy
- it was slushy
- it was cold
- I was overdressed and got too hot
- my planned weekly distance is 20 % more mileage than last week, the upper limit of what it acceptable for me.
- I ran 3km more than planned yesterday as part of Group run
- I had already walked 2.5 km today. Uphill.
- I was tired
- I was hungry
- I wanted to quit at 1km
- I really wanted to quit after 2km
- I needed to poop at 4km
Some runs are hard, really hard. This was one of them. A few days ago my Long Run of 26 km was fantastic. Today’s 5km was mentally painful every step of the way. Yeah, I stopped at the halfway point but I don’t feel like a loser. I rarely feel the need to cut my run short but today it was definitely the right choice.
After an Epsom salt bath, foam roller and a nap, all is right with my world. Tomorrow there are hills that need to be tackled.