After chatting with Heather on Sunday and learning that she’s up to 9 miles, the pressure is on. I had a good 6 miler last Wednesday and was hoping to add on to that today, but I wasn’t so lucky. I was only able to get 4 miles in before I felt dizzy. The whole run was sluggish, like I was running in mud. It didn’t feel like the first four miles, it felt like the last four.
I’m probably not in a bad position since the half-marathon isn’t until October 13th, but I think the fact that I was deep in it this time last year and am being lackadaisical about it this year is putting me on edge. Today was hard in particular because it’s a step back after a good step forward. Last week I was cooking and could have ran farther but I was close to home and wanted to know my time (I know, I should get a watch). Today, by the end I was woozy and thought I was going to pass out. That inconsistency bothers me.
Heather and I in the past discussed a possible walk/run, but now that she’s getting into it, I don’t think that is going to happen. Plus, I don’t know if I want it to. I’d like to see if I can do this again and that last year wasn’t a fluke. Sure, I get the swag and the beer tickets none-the-same, but it’s not the same.