Today was supposed to be recovery day however, I have changed the program around a bit to fit in with my MS 8k on Sunday. I wasn't feeling too sore after the Interval training yesterday so I decided to go for a 10k mediun pace run mid morning. I must have been kidding myself though because not only were my legs sore after about 1k I also felt flat, with no energy at all.
I then realised after dropping the kids off to school, doing the washing blah.. blah.... blah...I had not had any breakfast this morning. So my planned 0900hrs run had turned into my 1030hrs run because of the domestic duties and I totally missed out on breakky!(Not the first time either)
Oh well, too late now! I trudged on, still felt terrible, kept on going, felt even worse, looked at the hill at the 7k mark and thought what the heck, give it a go girl!
So I did up the hill (slowly) and down the hill (slowly). On the home stretch about the 9k mark I started to get a bad stitch in my left side almost in my back.I took a few deep breaths then powered on home, stitch and all.It nearly killed me though.
The old guy at the end of the street thinks that I am some sort of crazy woman because I am always huffing and puffing at my worst when he sees me run past. He's always out there! A bit strange really. More on the street cheerleader later..............