I was supposed to run a 5K race this weekend so I was really happy to find a local race to sign up for. The lame part is, I didn't end up running in it. It was a combo of reasons. For one, they didn't mail me my bib so I was going to have to show up around 7am or soon after to pick it up, then stand around for all the race festivities because it was a fun run/walk, and then the race didn't start until 9am. That was manageable until I was up until 4am the night before/morning of. I'd gone to bed shortly after 11pm but a friend called around 11:30pm. It was strange that this friend was calling at this hour on a Friday night so I picked up and he needed to chat. This chat turned into a four hour chat, and one of those where you can't exactly say, "Hey, I have a 5K tomorrow so I gotta go." I knew I had a 10K a week later so it wouldn't be the end of the world if I missed this race.
I woke up at 8am the next morning feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. I didn't eat great the night before, hydrate, and obviously didn't get enough sleep. I was able to fall back asleep for about an hour and then did my run in the Park. It was brutal. It wasn't a hilly path at all, and actually my time didn't really suffer as much as I'd expect, but I hated pretty much all of it. Maybe part of it was running a path with which I wasn't familiar. I had to drop off some things at a friend's and then needed to stop in my office so I figured I'd just run it because it was about 5K.
It was a good lesson to learn that I definitely need to prepare myself for my runs. Luckily I learned it on a short run.
mile 1: 9:23
mile 2: 9:14
mile 3: 9:50
2.93 miles (weaksauce)
(weekly mileage: 13)