I’ve trained for a very long race in the summer before. The Battleship Half-Marathon was in November, so I sweated my way through the summer of 2010 and did really well in the race. It was hard, but not impossibly hard, and I felt even more accomplished for having sucked it up and trained through that misery.
I keep telling myself all of that now, but I’m finding it harder and harder to believe I’ll reach my goals when I’m fighting this miserable heat. It’s already hitting 100 degrees here and I just am not performing well. I’m walking more than I’m running. I tried to run on the treadmill today and crapped out because the awesome Nikes are decidedly NOT awesome on the treadmill – my ankles were in serious pain after one mile. After a bad sprain more than a decade ago, I take my ankles seriously. I still ache from that injury today.
I don’t know what else to do, except keep getting up earlier and earlier. It only sort of works, as I work a weird shift. If I get up at 5:30, which it looks like might be necessary, I will be useless by the end of my work shift.
I’m going to keep pushing myself, but I’m trying to be smart about it. Lots of walking, carrying my own water, etc.
I feel like such a weenie for complaining, but I’m just so. Damn. Frustrated.
I’m going to try a different pair of shoes on the treadmill tomorrow and see if that helps. It certainly can’t hurt! I’ve never had ankle pain like that before, so it MUST be the less-cushy shoes doing it. Too bad they make my IT band so happy! It’s like my ankles and my ITB are having a fight. Sorry ITB. You’re something I can cope with. My ankles? They win every time.
And here’s hoping next week will indeed be cooler. I’m not sure how much more of this craziness I can take.