I knew this 7 mile tempo run was going to be a problem in less than a quarter mile. #1. I'd run 11 miles the day prior, and had no recovery day. #2. The veggie pizza I'd eaten the night before was NOT sitting well, if you know what I mean.
My tempo runs are supposed to be at a 9:20 or faster pace. I felt tight and tense even after my warmup, so I was doubtful I'd hit that goal pace. Interestingly, the first two miles were a 9:00 and 9:11, even though they were hilly. Then the tummy rumbling started. By miles 5 & 6, I was running 10 minute miles. It's hard to relax and run when your butt cheeks are squeezed so tight a slip of paper couldn't slip between them.
At mile 6.6 I was done. Like really, really done. I was only a half mile from my house, but I knew if I ran another step I was going to do something that would cause me to have to throw away a pair of Lululemon crops. And I am very attached to my Lululemon crops. Let's just say I walked. I made it, and let's leave it at that, shall we?
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