Well, I knew that I'd have one like today at some point. Really.<br><br>
This was bad. I was supposed to do 15 and bailed at 13.31 after having had to stop at about 12.8 and SIT for a while.<br><br>
I started out okay. First mile was a conservative 10:00 pace just to get warmed up. Into the Chinook, but it wasn't too bad. Second mile was 8:58, third 8:38, and I knew that though I was feeling okay I wanted to slow it down a bit, and so I did. 4 through 6 were 8:53, 8:54 and 8:43. Then somewhere in mile 7 someone turned the rheostat down. I just couldn't produce any "torque". 9:12, 9:20... At the 9 mile mark I went into survival mode. Everything hurt and I just wanted it to end.<br><br>
I was drinking enough, I think, but perhaps the Chinook was doing its dehydration number. Then again, I do have a cold. While I was feeling okay, no head stuffiness, I do have a bit of a cough.<br><br>
At any rate I decided that I wasn't gaining any benefit from just slogging through the miles, and in fact was beginning to feel ill. So I quit, took 5 minutes to sit in the sun, and jogged the half mile back to the car.<br><br>
Where I found that the battery was dead.<br><br>
Feeling sick. Dead battery. .4 of a mile walk to the Y for a phone and a toilet. I was moving like someone who'd just finished a marathon. Uck.<br><br>
Well, I'm home now and we'll just put that one behind us. Off day tomorrow and then the week from heck, culminating with a 22 miler next Sunday.<br><br>
Better now than then, right?<br><br>
See you all in the funny pages.