Sorry I am a few days late. I have been on a blogging strike lately due to being overwhelmed by life.
Okay, week 5....almost didn't go into the drama of all of this, because I feel like such a queen, but training is not pretty, and I promised myself no holding back. So, here goes:
(Did L10 on Thurs., last post)
Mon...Swim (Laps, Aqua Jogging)
Tues....SL5 (No IT Band trouble. We were dancing and praising God. Literally.)
Wed....Swim (Laps, Aqua Jogging)
I took it kind of easy this week. I was a little freaked out by L10 and my IT Band issues. I really wanted L11 to be a "good" run, so that I could rebuild some confidence. My wish didn't come true, but I survived. I finally got a firsthand taste of what it means when runners "hit the wall". I used to think that meant they just felt like they couldn't do any more. I thought it was mostly a head thing, plus being tired. W-R-O-N-G.
Here is how Wikipedia defines "hitting the wall":
In endurance sports, particularly cycling or running, hitting the wall describes a condition caused by the depletion of glycogen stores in the liver and muscles, which manifests itself by precipitous fatigue and loss of energy.
Precipitous: Resembling a precipice, extremely steep.
Now if Garmin would cooperate, I would show you my graph from that run. It was ugly. I average a heart rate of about 160-170 when I run. I had never seen my heart rate above 185, and that was the day Jen and I ran in the terrible heat. According to my graph, I was cruising along until about mile 3.5 with a heart rate in the 160's, and then there is a sharp incline, (precipitous!), straight up, and my heart rate then hung between 190 and 210 until mile 10.
I felt every minute of that. I knew I felt like crap. I could barely chat with my friends, and I was so, so tired. I just could have laid down and slept. I just had no idea what my problem was. I had rested, I was well hydrated, but, I had had a stellar Weight Watcher day, eating mostly fruits, vegetables, and extremely low carbs. I had no glycogen stores. I should have carb-loaded. I will NEVER make that mistake again. On run days, this girl is eating pasta....bread....DONUTS....whatever, but I am not restricting myself. I have never felt that bad in my life. On the way home, I even got slightly disoriented. I was the driver, and yet I could not for the life of me tell Traci what road I was on, or how I got there. I felt utterly confused. At the time, we were so "high" over being done, that I laughed it off. Looking back, it's a little scary.
The upside? In my exhaustion, my IT Bands were tight, but I could keep going. I don't like how irritable they have been the last two long runs. It concerns me, but I have been ice-ing and taking ibuprofen, and I'm giving myself at least 2 days off after long runs. Muscle fatigue can be a big factor in ITBS sometimes, so I am semi-amazed that I could finish at all on Friday. I thank God alone for that.
Mentally, I think it was my finest hour. (Or two hrs and 20 min). I didn't quit when I wanted to die and my body was 100% taxed. That took perserverance that I did not know I had. Yea me.
I am really praying for a more encouraging long run this week, though. Not having a good time right now....
Wt: 143.5 (I'll take it, and I might be staying here. Weight Watchers + Long Runs = Stupidity)