AM: 20 miles. Another slog. I went to bed early and hoped to spring out of bed feeling awesome. Not so much.
Small improvement, but still weak, no appetite. Anyway, I had decided I was going to attempt the scheduled workout: 12 miles @ MP+1, then 8 @ MP (6:55 / 5:55).
As I got going, I wasn't feeling absolutely awful, which is something. But I was struggling to crack 7:00 pace without excessive effort, which was not a good sign. I ran from my place to Demen's Landing to meet up with the crew. Even though I was averaging at least 5 secs/mile too slow, I hoped Christina would have the group charged up and rocking to bring things down. Her and Quint just staggered off a cruise ship with their kids though, so we were in a similar boat, so to speak. Somewhere around mile 10 I just gave up and went into full slog mode. I tried a clever route home through Venetian Isle, and got lost.
So, on one hand this all sounds pretty bad. 8 weeks out from TCM now, and no serious workouts in the last two weeks. I'm doomed!
On the other, I remember I also got stomach flu last year at this exact time. And I also remember I recovered well enough to run one of my best races of last season in late September. Even though I haven't run high quality, I've kept up the running and have put in some minor workouts. I don't think I've lost too much, although I don't feel that sharp edge right now.
So in a nutshell, I'll postpone the major freakout for another week or so. It's also a bit out of my hands. I got as much sleep as possible last week, ate well...I just need my body to kick this thing.
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