Today I had a ten mile trail run planned. It was going to be so perfect: I had posted in our Ragnar group that I wanted ten miles, but I don’t know how the trails in Peninsula connect, and I was afraid I wouldn’t make it out without having to eat a limb. Steve picked up the bait and offered to lead the group. At 8 AM I was fueled, rested, and ready to run.
The group started from Pine Hollow, running and chatting, and about half a mile into the run I realized that I. Just. Couldn’t. Go. On. My heart was racing, and I started to see spots, so I knew I had to stop. I sent everyone on without me, and I put my head between my knees and tried to regulate my breathing. I then started walking. I had to walk for the next mile before I was able to start running again. Then, all of a sudden, the feeling was gone and I felt great. I increased my speed a bit and only walked the steep hills.
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