Broken.....

Week 5 - A tough week

After that wild weather bomb, the sun decided to show up the next day. I was surprised by how quickly the weather turned, but I knew I had to get moving on my long runs if I wanted to hit the City2Surf start line feeling ready.

So, I traded in my super cool moccasins for my new super-fast runners. It was still cold and a bit windy, so I rugged up, geared up my fluffball pooch, and set out. The plan: 10km. First, a short 3km with my trusty steed, Taco, then 7km solo through the national park headland.

After dropping Taco back, I needed a full outfit change—I was hot and uncomfortable and couldn’t find a rhythm at all. Changed into shorts, a short-sleeve top, and traded my ear warmer headband for a cap. Maybe that would help?

Nope. Every step felt heavy, and something was off. I was out of breath, but not in a normal way—it felt like I was getting too much air or something. Pushing through one km at a time, I slowed the pace and even stopped to stretch and regroup. My legs were sore and heavy, and at one point the track seemed to sway like I had vertigo or something. My heart rate was sitting around 179 BPM—not great.

I took a 10-minute break on the side of the track, drank some water, tried to settle. But something just wasn’t right…

Eventually, I made it back to the beach, but I was tapped out—just 8.49km done. A short walk home, feeling wrecked.

My SOS to The Beat Keeper

I made it home and made a B-Line to the couch and crashed for an hour. All very dramatic….

What was that? Not enough fuel? Dehydration? No sleep? Whatever it was—it broke me. And I was a little freaked out.

Another week at less than 25% effort: 1 Spin class, 1 sad little run, and a pool swim (which I still hate).

But this is me - the good the bad and the ugly.