This week has been emotionally and physically draining, as you can imagine. I ran my 10k on Sunday, which was Captial-H-Hard. The course was different from last year, and was an "out-and-back" route, which I don't particularly like. The race started out well enough, sloping downhill right off the start. I made the mental note to make sure to reserve enough energy to climb the hill on my way back, as it would be the very last part of the race before the sprint to the finish.

The weather for the race was fantastic, again. Sunny, with just enough of a chill in the air to keep us from overheating, but not uncomfortably cold. I ran well, I thought, through most of the run, and by the time I reached the 8k mark, I was pretty happy with my time and thought I'd finish quite well. Unfortunately, that 8k mark was my turning point. I somehow lost all steam after that. My legs got heavy, and I had a hard time keeping my pace. And then I turned the corner, and faced the last hill. I put my head down and went for it, but just as I was starting to climb, the wind really picked up, and though I was struggling with all my might, I felt like I wasn't moving. I reached the top of the hill, but had nothing left for the sprint. I kept up a slow jog, praying I wouldn't pass out or vomit on the last 500m, in front of all the spectators. One lady tried to encourage me to keep up with her to the finish, but after a few seconds, it was clear that I really couldn't, and told her to go on without me. She kinda didn't let it go, saying that I could do it on account of my long legs and all. That kind of ticked me off, because I was really going as fast as I could at that particular moment. I hadn't exactly given up, I just physically had nothing left in my leg muscles.

Once I got to the finish, I grabbed a bagel, a banana, and my medal and headed straight for the car. I took a bite out of the bagel, and thought I could throw up if I kept eating. I threw it in the garbage. In the car, I managed a bite of the banana, but it was underripe, so I had to settle for some almonds I had stashed in my bag. And water. Lots of water!
The race timer wasn't working, so it was a few days before I learned my time and ranking.
Are you ready for it?
Here it is!
52:30 min. Ha! That's almost EXACTLY between my first 10k time of 51:57 and my second 10k time of 53:01. how completely... average.
I ranked 100 out of 377 participants, and 10 out of 50 women in my age range. The real kicker is that I got bumped to the 30-34 year old category this year, and I checked the first place finisher for women aged 24-29, and their time was 52:24!!! That means I would have been SECOND in my category had I been born 1 month later!!! Grrr!!!
I had bootcamp early the next day, and went for a run in Almonte, ON the next day too, which I think was a mistake. My legs stiffened up real bad like about 20min into the run, and I ended up quitting after 35min. Sat around drinking beers all night instead.
Then it was back to work, and lots of family stuff went down. It was pretty draining, and with a late night on Tuesday, bootcamp early Wednesday morning, I just stumbled through the rest of the week, working out as much as I could, but not anywhere near completing my training program.
This morning's Bootcamp was crazy. We had a Team Challenge, where we were divided into groups and had 25min to do as many kettlebell swings, bar shoulder presses, sandbag squats, wall ball tosses, rope skipping, and push-ups as we could, for points. At the end of the time, we tally the scores, and see who wins. Well, I gave it my all. I did more push ups (the half push ups, which are half point) in that 25min than I had in all of bootcamp. I did a huge number of wall ball tosses, and I even managed to learn the boxer rope skipping and pounded out 300 skips of the rope!!! Aye-Ariba!!!
Our team ended up with 1937 points, which was the highest score. We averaged around 322 pts per lady, which is AWESOME. I was drenched in sweat by the end of it.

So now I'm off to do my short run, and I'm going to take it nice and easy. I realized this week that there's no point in just dragging yourself through your days. Yes, I strive for things and have goals, but I can't miss the forest for the trees. As you can imagine, the stress from work, the stress from the family crisis, and the lack of time for normalcy in regards to meals, grocery shopping, and routine exercise, have lead to crap eating, poor sleeping this week, tiredness, anxiety, and mood swings.
I've had a low week. But of course then I think of my cousin, her three babies, and what she must be going through, and I think, "Sure, but not as low as some..."