I woke up this morning, ready to run.
Until I heard the rain beating down on our roof. Then I rolled over and went back to sleep.
The weather had (sort of) cleared by 9:30. And I had book club at 1, so I needed to get my run in, regardless 0f the weather. I suited up and headed out, planning to do the 15k long run on my schedule as 10 and 1s, just as I was told. The Don Valley Trail was partially underwater for the first couple of kilometres, making my route a bit of an adventure. But it as mostly clear beyond Bloor and I settled into a (albeit slow) groove. At the one hour marked, I fueled up on pineapple Gu (it was in my Christmas stocking and it was disgusting), turned around and headed home.
This run was a bit of a slog. I felt tired and underfueled. But I knew I was in good enough shape to do it and any setbacks I was having were just mental.
Oh running. What a mind meld you can be sometimes.
Then my toe started to hurt. It doesn’t feel serious — yet. It feels like it just needs to be cracked. Hard. It might be tendonitis. It might be my shoes. It might be nothing.
The run: 14.7k in 1:57:53