I wanted to wake up Saturday morning around 6 to head out for my 4-mile run, one of which would be my timed mile for Kari's "Proof I didn't peak in high school" challenge. So, I went to bed Friday night at around 7pm. I was in a terrible mood (I had received a bill for my MRI for $720. Bastards. I don't have that kind of money!) and just wanted to hit the pillow.
So I roll over Saturday morning to check the clock and it's 8am. GAH! It's already almost 90 degrees out (and 1000% humidity, no doubt). So I decided to eat something small and just go for it. It was my first time using my Willy. It HAD to be a good run, right? Yeah, no amount of good thoughts was going to make this run a good one. I decided to run in my neighborhood, a route I've ran many times. I was getting dizzy at about half a mile and by mile 1.5 I just wanted to curl up in someone's lawn and die. I was pissed that I couldn't just go in someone's house and get some water. Seriously, it was the worst I've ever felt on a run. I'm so glad my handheld water bottle is on its way.
After walking the rest of the way home, (THE LONGEST WALK EVER), I couldn't get the ice and water into the cup fast enough and I was shaking and nauseous. I have no idea what that was all about. It was hot, but I've ran in the heat before! I then woke up Sunday morning feeling like I was run over by a bus. I don't know if I was dehydrated, or maybe something else was going on in my body, but wow. I hope that never happens again. Oh and my butt hurts. There's nothing quite like walking around rubbing your cheeks.
On a positive note, I ran my timed mile in 7:44! I headed out late Saturday, around 8pm. It was still hot out, but not sunny and it started raining halfway through the run, which made it a bit nicer.
I hope YOUR weekend training was more successful than mine!