A couple of hours after I wrote my blog post yesterday, I got a phone call from my sister. She said that she wasn't going to be going to Indy this weekend, and her friend Jen wasn't going either (I don't want to get into the reasons why). I'm not upset with her at all, but I am SO SO SO disappointed.
I'm not going to Indy this weekend. I'm not going to be able to do my favorite race. This would have been my fifth year in a row doing this race, and I was really excited to do it for the enjoyment of it. There were only six of us that were planning on going this year, and my brother was called to do a flight this weekend, so he said he couldn't go. Then there were only five, including Jerry and me.
Anyway, the whole point is that Jerry and I can't afford (financially) to go without the group; and it just wouldn't be the same going without my sister. If you've been reading my blog for a while, you know how much this annual trip means to me. I look forward to it all year long! This race is what started my weight loss journey, and each year that I go, I set new goals for the following year.
And then after yesterday's blog post, I saw that quite a few of you are going to be doing the race this year as well, and I was really excited to meet up at the finish line. Jerry was really bummed out too, because we use Indy weekend as a time to just be adults, and have fun without worrying about the kids (the kids stay with my parents for the weekend).
I was thinking of coming up with something to do as an alternative plan, but I can't think of anything that wouldn't cost much. So I think we'll just try and plan a fun night on Saturday with friends or something--maybe a comedy club?
The only positive to all this is that we are saving quite a bit of money by not going; and since Eli's doctor/ER visits last week are going to cost a small fortune, we can just put the money we were going to use for Indy toward the medical bills.
So anyway, enough self-pity.
We decided to do the 9:1 ratio again. Right away, I knew it was going to be a bad run. I felt really weak and exhausted. I have no idea why--maybe my faster run yesterday? I also had less calories yesterday than normal, because I'm trying to keep my weight under control (139 today). Maybe it was just a combination of the two.
By mile two, I was really feeling tired. I didn't know how I was going to last another six miles. I didn't bring water or Gu or anything with me, since it was "only" eight miles today, and I wished I had brought a Gu for a little pick-me-up. Jessica's knee was really bothering her badly today; mine was hurting, but not horribly. I don't understand it--sometimes my knee feels just fine and other times it's unbearable. I hope that it heals up during our tapering.
We turned around at mile four and headed back. We were both pretty quiet during the whole run, probably because we both just felt really "off" today. I'm going to rest tomorrow, and then do 12 on Thursday (since I won't be running the half on Saturday). And finish the week with four on Friday.
I was really bummed when I saw the summary of our run, and that I had only burned 580 calories in 8 miles!! My average heart rate was only 138 bpm, which is super low for a run. At a comfortable pace, my heart rate is usually 145. I was surprised what a huge difference is made in my calorie burn.