I read recently that it was a good idea to run without first eating. It made sense at the time; something about glycogen and fat stores. It made sense at the time, though now the googling I’ve done on the subject is confusing at best. I’m starting to think that taking it seriously was a mistake.
Saturday’s 9.6‑miler was run without benefit of fueling, though I ran that fairly early in the day. Today’s 5.7 miles was in the afternoon, with no food all day. That’s just plain dumb. No wonder I bonked hard.
This tells me two important things: first that I should at least read up on the crackpot theories before training based on them, and second that I may need more rest than I had anticipated as I enter my «cool-down» period before my race this Sunday. Yes, it’s a tad absurd to have a cool-down period after training for only one week, but I’ve proven that I’m (probably) capable of doing the distance, so I need to keep my legs fresh for Sunday.
The first hint that I wasn’t in for a banner run was that at three miles I still hadn’t eased into cruising mode. I never got warmed up and never fell into the easy rhythm that I’ve come to expect between two and two-and-a-half miles. By 3.8 miles I was toast. From that point on, I alternated running and walking the rest of the way home. When I got in the house I felt weak to the point that I needed to get food down my throat right away or risk collapse. I got a bannana right away and downed about a liter of water. Needless to say, this is not an experiment I’ll be repeating without some hard facts.
Of course, any day I get out on the road and make it home in one piece is a good run. Today I also got to walk down the steps at 22nd Street between Arkansas and Connecticut. It’s a nice little secluded area on the short dead-end street there. I’ve been curious about whether there were steps there for some time; today I walked them