I sacrificed my morning run with the guys to go to a golf tournament this morning. My golf game has sure suffered this year with all the time running and not playing. I was able to figure it out again and by the back nine was contributing to the team much more. It was a lot of fun and I am glad I went.
I put off my run until the evening to let it cool off a bit. I decided to duplicate a run I did in April that was about 21 miles. I left my house and headed up to the river trail via the canal trail. I decided to make this run more of a aerobic run and not do tempo. I was feeling decent all the way up and decided to turn around at 10.25 miles (right before G. M. Campground). I was averaging 7:35 to that point which I was proud of. Right about the turnaround, I suddenly felt really weak/hungry and was worried about it. I figured that since it was downhill most of the way home I would be ok. The rest of the run quickly turned into a survival. I was seriously considering calling for a ride, but talked myself out of it. It was just one of those runs that turn into a nightmare. I felt awful and considered myself lucky I made it home safe. I was struggling to maintain 8 min miles for most of the return trip. I guess the only upside is I still somehow managed to beat the 8:00 mile guy and I beat my pace from April by 5 seconds a mile too. It must of been from going up the canyon too fast. Glad that is over. I feel better now that I have eaten a big meal.
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