On our last morning in Florida, Tony and I went for a run around the compound while the girls babysat my Dad. My plan was to run more slowly than the last time, but to go a bit farther. I didn’t have a definite target distance in mind, but I thought about 8 or 9 km would be about right, that it would be at a pretty slow pace, and that I would be able to keep up a conversation the whole time.
After about 30 seconds into the run, that plan went off the rails. My legs felt like lead, more so than I have ever felt before at the start of a run. I didn’t worry too much at first, because after a few minutes everything usually loosens up and I feel good again. Not this time. Every step and every breath hurt. I managed to do the same distance as my previous run, which was about 6.2 km, but it took me 38 minutes, which was a full five minutes slower than my last run. And I was absolutely exhausted at the end of it. There was no way I was going to be able to do my 8 or 9 km.
When I realized that things were not going well during this run, I thought back to what I had eaten the day before. Ahem. We had gone to a park first thing the previous morning and I hadn’t eaten any breakfast before we left. I had brought along some treats for the girls to snack on: cookies, chips, and candy (I know, I know, but it was near the end of our trip, we were out of healthy food, and I was trying to finish up what was in the cupboard). The girls were too busy playing to eat much, so you can probably guess what I was munching on all morning. On the way back, Tony and the kids stopped for lunch, but since time was running short on our vacation, I asked to be dropped off at SuperTarget (my first Target experience by the way) because I wanted to get the girls some summer clothes. Besides, I wasn’t really hungry because of all the Skittles. Sigh.
Later that evening we took my Dad to Red Lobster for dinner to thank him for hosting us for the week. Let’s just say there was a lot of butter and not a lot of vegetables. Huh.
I’m eating better again now that I’m home from vacation, and tomorrow will be my truly (non)scientific test of whether nutrition does in fact affect running performance. But a little red wine this evening shouldn’t make a difference, right?