Since May, we’ve been diligently running with the club twice a week with a longer run most weekends. And what do I have to show for it? Sweet F-A! For the past few weeks my running experiences have been steadily declining. I default to my asthma pump at least once per run, I often find myself doubled over, retching with the dreaded ‘vomit-cough’ and all this so I can fail miserably at trying to keep up with Carmen, Chet and Gareth.
I consider turning back about a thousand times a minute and often end up having to cut short, or I get home so late I’m in a flat spin trying to get ready to leave for work on time (and generally failing). I find myself repeating the phrase, “you guys go on ahead, I’m fine really,” hundreds of times a week. I plead for them to leave me behind, because I hate the fact that I’m holding them back, but they don’t – they won’t. All this just leaves me feeling even worse about the whole situation.
Today was the rotten cherry atop this cake of crushed dreams and broken spirits. Less than 2kms into what was supposed to be an “easy 10km”, I was heaving and spluttering, praying for death (or at least a serious fall that would warrant turning back to the club). After begging Gareth and Carmen to carry on and just let me turn back on my own to no avail, I dragged my laboring lungs on for another 3kms before we decided to cut short and loop back to the club. On inspection of my Garmin Connect data, I discovered that I was actually quite close to death a few times on the run, most notably when my heart rate touched 211bpm. Yes folks, you read that right – 211bpm! Or as I like to call it 112% of my maximum heart rate. My average heart rate was a cool 87% of max and according to Garmin’s Aerobic Training Effect scale, the run was 5 out of 5, meaning I was “overreaching” . And all this for a 7km run at almost 7 minutes per kilometer. Great.
I was meant to start quality training with Jeanine next week, but after this morning, I’m so completely terrified of tying my laces ever again, that I’ve decided to take a few weeks “off” from chasing Carmen, Chet and Gareth, and run with the Fledgelings. I’ll build up to a nice slow Old Eds 21km in a month’s time and then reconsider my options. Hopefully by then, I’ll be stronger – mentally and physically.