In my head, I was going to run 10k today. I thought it would be okay. I'd take it steady, do as flat a route as I could. The first mile was okay. The second was going alright. Then I had to stop at the traffic lights to wait to cross the road, and the horrible faint feeling came over me. I crossed the road and carried on. The faint, sicky feeling came again. I went a little further. I thought I would throw up.
It was SO frustrating. I had run to the place where I first started running back in January 2013. I've run around that area loads of times. I felt like I was letting myself down terribly. Letting down the version of me who'd battled to get running in the first place. I ended up sat on the footbridge which crosses a stream before the main lakes I run round. I could not stop feeling faint. It was horrible. I gave myself a stern talking to and carried on. I got to a bench and sat down, feeling awful. I sat for a while, wondering what to do. I had barely done 2.5 miles and I knew that I was struggling badly. I thought I'd slow down, try to carry on.
I made it to the next bench before the wave of nausea and horrible faint feeling became too much. In the end, I decided to try to get to 3 miles and see how I felt. There was no way that 10k was happening. I didn't even get to 3 miles before I had to stop again, retching by the side of the path. Finally, 3 miles beeped mercifully on my watch. I stopped. Felt angry and so, so frustrated with myself. I've worked so hard to become a runner. I've run those lakes so many times, each time quicker, more confident.
And now, this. The day I had to abandon my run and I just could not run a single step further. I trudged slowly home, feeling the anxiety of the traffic keenly.
Plus, it turns out walking 3 miles takes a LOT longer than running them. And you get so much colder too.
Gah to it all. I am SO fed up of it!!
Geeky stats stuff
|Avg Pace:||8:37 min/mi|