I got home from choir and headed out around 10:15. After a couple pretty hard miles, everything felt REALLY funny. My legs were like squiggly blocks. I walked for a bit, and tried to pull things together. I started running, and it took me a mile to remember I hadn't eaten anything since the La Hacienda bomb at lunch. After it made sense, I decided to "rise above it" and ran home hard. I never felt good, but I got it done. Overall pace was 7:40. No splits because my kids ran the battery out on the garmin. |