Dear Long Run,
I am sorry I bailed on you. Its not you, its me! Yes, it is true that Saturday mornings have been our time together for the last 15 months, but I had to join the group ride. I mean the thought of riding 40 miles all by myself seemed daunting.
I had all intentions of spending Sunday afternoon with you, but my legs, yeah... they checked out early. I have said A LOT recently that a long run is anything over 10 miles; but I just could not bring it.
Maybe I started out to fast. Maybe it was too hot. Maybe all of the negative thoughts were too much ("Its hot." "I'm thirsty." "My legs hurt." "This sucks!" "I'm so over this run already!"). Maybe running on legs that had gone where they had never gone before wasn't the best idea.
I only managed 7.85. I had to stop and catch my breath at 4. I was barely moving up a large him at a 9:40 pace around mile 5. It was tough. I waited at the light instead of racing across the intersection like I have done EVERY other time at mile 6. The down hill at mile 6.5 felt awesome, but the flat area till mile 7 was painful. I wanted to quit. I guess I did quit. I never saw 10 miles. I'm sorry.
I have to figure out how to get group rides in and long runs. It is just a matter of planning. It might mean that I change up your day to earlier in the week. How does Wednesday sound? Okay, great! Its a date!