I'm in lovely Austin now.
Slept really badly last night at Kristy's, again. Each night I've been here have not had more than three hours sleep. Jet lag doesn't normally affect me going west, but is being a real killer this time.
Flight from JFK to Austin was only four hours but felt like forever. Didn't realise there would be no food on the plane (JetBlue, US equivalent of EasyJet so should've known). So arrived in Texas around 4pm having only eaten some toast and a yoghurt at 8am. This combined with the lack of sleep is probably the reason for the shittiest 'run' of my training so far. That and the fact that it was 90 degrees and really humid.
Krzys met me at the airport (in a cowboy hat) and pretty much immediately upon arriving at the apartment we got ready to go for a run. I was feeling really knackered but thought I'd probably be able to cope with a few miles. (My schedule said 10 for today but I knew that wasn't going to happen.)
We left the flat and started jogging down to the trail at Town Lake. Within about a minute, I had a bad feeling about the whole thing. I felt lightheaded, had a pounding headache, was out of breath, and just felt really, really weak. Krzys's warm-up pace was quicker than my normal flat-out pace, although he thought I was joking when I said this.
He went off and did his thing for a few miles (1 minute miling or something ridiculous) and I struggled on and caught up with him on his way back. I think the intention was to then 'gently' jog around the trail for a few miles, but I felt absolutely terrible. I couldn't get my breath. The air was so thick and hot. I'd never run in the heat before, other than the farcical few laps of the track I did when I was here last September, in 112 degree heat. I couldn't believe what a difference the humidity made. Less than a week ago I'd run nine miles without any major problems. Here I was unable to do two. My heart rate was 194. I thought my maximum was 185; I'd never seen it go anywhere near that before.
We got to a bridge, and I had to stop. I felt like such a fucking fake. I was so angry with myself, because in every other run I've done since starting the programme, I have never given up. Even when it really hurt. And this was the first time I'd run with Krzys, so I felt embarrassed, especially after spouting off to him about all the miles I've done recently. He was really good about it of course. But I felt bad that I ruined his run too.
I have so much to learn. Watching him run makes me realise what a complete and utter novice I am. I know nothing about form, breathing, technique, gait, hydration, pacing, any of those things. I just dawdle along with all the style of a baby penguin, whereas he's like a super-efficient robotic machine.
Austin still as twinkly as ever though.
Feels good to be back here again, despite the shit run.
Slept really badly last night at Kristy's, again. Each night I've been here have not had more than three hours sleep. Jet lag doesn't normally affect me going west, but is being a real killer this time.
Flight from JFK to Austin was only four hours but felt like forever. Didn't realise there would be no food on the plane (JetBlue, US equivalent of EasyJet so should've known). So arrived in Texas around 4pm having only eaten some toast and a yoghurt at 8am. This combined with the lack of sleep is probably the reason for the shittiest 'run' of my training so far. That and the fact that it was 90 degrees and really humid.
Krzys met me at the airport (in a cowboy hat) and pretty much immediately upon arriving at the apartment we got ready to go for a run. I was feeling really knackered but thought I'd probably be able to cope with a few miles. (My schedule said 10 for today but I knew that wasn't going to happen.)
We left the flat and started jogging down to the trail at Town Lake. Within about a minute, I had a bad feeling about the whole thing. I felt lightheaded, had a pounding headache, was out of breath, and just felt really, really weak. Krzys's warm-up pace was quicker than my normal flat-out pace, although he thought I was joking when I said this.
He went off and did his thing for a few miles (1 minute miling or something ridiculous) and I struggled on and caught up with him on his way back. I think the intention was to then 'gently' jog around the trail for a few miles, but I felt absolutely terrible. I couldn't get my breath. The air was so thick and hot. I'd never run in the heat before, other than the farcical few laps of the track I did when I was here last September, in 112 degree heat. I couldn't believe what a difference the humidity made. Less than a week ago I'd run nine miles without any major problems. Here I was unable to do two. My heart rate was 194. I thought my maximum was 185; I'd never seen it go anywhere near that before.
We got to a bridge, and I had to stop. I felt like such a fucking fake. I was so angry with myself, because in every other run I've done since starting the programme, I have never given up. Even when it really hurt. And this was the first time I'd run with Krzys, so I felt embarrassed, especially after spouting off to him about all the miles I've done recently. He was really good about it of course. But I felt bad that I ruined his run too.
I have so much to learn. Watching him run makes me realise what a complete and utter novice I am. I know nothing about form, breathing, technique, gait, hydration, pacing, any of those things. I just dawdle along with all the style of a baby penguin, whereas he's like a super-efficient robotic machine.
Austin still as twinkly as ever though.
Feels good to be back here again, despite the shit run.
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