- Golden Gate Half
It’s the final countdown! Race day was Sunday and I was hoping to get in a solid week of running before that. Unfortunately, that was not the case. The aftermath of the very wet Harvest Marathon took a toll on me. Boo.
Monday- Rest I was feeling a little rough so rest was awesome. I was also afraid to even attempt putting on a sports bra after the chafing hell leftover from Sunday’s race. Boo.
45 minute recovery run Sick. I didn’t even make it through the work day. I felt horrible and looked like crap so my boss kicked me out. I made the long trek home and took a very long nap that felt more like a coma.
Wednesday- 2.5 miles. I still felt wobbly but I wanted to try and get my legs moving. Putting on a sports bra was a little uncomfortable. Boo. I lasted for a slow 2.5 miles on what was most likely my last time running the lake path until next year. Good night lake.
Thursday- 3.6 miles Shouldn’t have done that. I wasn’t feeling so great but I didn’t want to only have Wednesday’s run before race day. So I headed out for a few miles after work. I told myself to stick to 3 miles but I allowed the thought that this was likely my last work run until next year get to my head. I ran on until the 2 mile point, not thinking about the fact that it was getting colder and the return trip was uphill. I crashed hard. Shouldn’t have done that.
Friday- Rest Felt like crap.
Saturday- Rest? The plan called for a shakeout run but I was feeling crappy and didn’t want to figure out the logistics of that in San Francisco. Instead my Fitbit says I covered almost 7 miles walking around San Francisco and it usually runs short so I figured that was enough.
My mom and I headed up to SF early and picked S up from college along the way. The plan was to hang out around the Embarcadero during the day, pick up my race packet and head to the hotel. The hotel was within walking distance of the start and then S and mom would come down to finish line on race morning. I started to feel worse during the day but I tried to chalk it up to a bad pepperoni pretzel. Wishful thinking. After finding dinner a nearby burger place, I still felt horrible so I headed to bed early. I also got a little bitchy. Sorry mom and S! I was tossing and turning, alternating between freezing and burning up. Then to make matters worse- a large, loud group of guys returned to the hotel room next to ours around 1:30am. They were the loudest, most obnoxious group of people ever. It sounded like they were slamming into walls. I can only imagine what the poor people below them heard. ☹ I just wanted to sleep. I was beginning to wonder if I should even race.
How was your week?
Have any hotel nightmares? or chafing nightmares?
Would you have raced?