You guys probably already saw the drama in my prediction thread but here it is anyways.
Monday: Woke up with both a cold (which I still have) and another one of my GI pain episodes. After two hours of being stubborn, went to the hospital. Spent the day there again. Didn't eat, didn't run.
Tuesday: 6 miles at 8:07 pace. Felt OK but tired. Strength after, felt terrible.
Wednesday: Practice, 8.5 total with a 20 minute tempo at about 6:12 pace. The pace felt decent but I felt a little drained at the end, not out of breath, but my muscles felt stale and achey.
Thursday: Off
Friday: 3 miles easy with some strides after
Saturday: Track meet, 10000. Terrible race, more to follow. 13 total.
Sunday: 10.5 easy at 7:58 pace, finally feeling decent (despite being sore and hungover).
Yeah so Saturday. I had several amazing practices going into this week and I was banking on 38:30. It wasn't a reach; it felt totally right based on how I'd been running, it was what I knew I was capable of (and I still think I'm capable of it on a good day).
Well I guess I probably should have given some weight to being sick on Monday, but I was stubborn and convinced myself it wouldn't impact me at all. I know we've all had bad races, but there's nothing worse than a bad track 10000. You feel terrible and want to die and as if to mock you someone's like "12 LAPS TO GO!" and you're like "f*cking seriously?" Way too much temptation to pull off the track and stop every 400m.
I started off on pace and felt OK. It's just that slowly 92-93 became 94, which became 95, which became 96, 97, 98, 99, 100. And the whole time it was like I was watching myself in a movie and couldn't do anything about it. I kept trying to get my legs to go faster. They wouldn't move. They were like rocks. The other two girls passed me. I tried to surge and keep contact. Nothing happened. I tried every way I know how to shift gears. Nothing happened. So I dragged my sorry butt through 25 laps of misery in the rain and wind fading and fading and fading in 40:10, which would be something like a tempo run on a good day at practice, moderately hard, still breathing easy. And I felt like I'd just run a marathon.
The lesson I'm taking from this is not to race when one of these episodes happens. I'm still trying to figure out what causes them but for now I emailed my coach and told him not to let me race the next time I send him a frantic email from the ER or hospital. In the meantime I'm trying not to let my confidence take a hit. I know I'm in good shape, I just had probably the worst day imaginable (it was actually worse than the "worst case scenario" I had outlined in my head the night before).