Yesterday, I was supposed to join a portion of the team at The Fort to participate in a long run as practice for the Globe-Ayala run this coming sunday, as replacement for my non-participation at the Fit and Fun Buddy Run. I was hoping to peak at least 15K while maintaining a semi-relaxed pace. Besides, I was following the short training program offered to me by SmartCoach. I only have one long run allocated in my schedule – 11K at 7:21 km/min. I thought 11K wasn’t going to be enough so I might as well break it. It’ll be good for me anyway.
Rod and I weren’t able to get in the race yesterday because all slots were completely gone – how sad. Oh well.
Unfortunately, the night before that run, I had too much fun. Let’s leave it at that.
As a result, I got home and turned in quite late. The end result? I wasn’t able to wake up, even though I had set my alarm for 430AM. I suddenly woke up when I heard my phone ring – it was set on the loudest setting and I had the most blatant ringtone anyone has ever imagined. I checked the visual and I saw one of my runner friends, Rodel, calling me. He was asking me where I was. Half-awake, half-asleep, and fully groggy, I told him I was still in bed trying to get more sleep. That left me wondering why in the world he would call me at 530AM. It was only today that I realized that he needed a partner for the Buddy Run after his partner failed to wake up as well. Dang, a lot of things happen on a Saturday night. I’m not really sure if he still pushed through with the race (since the primary requirement is a buddy for you to run along with).
Yesterday was quite lacking for me. Not a single race, not even a practice run.
Which is why I’m running long tonight. Heck, I don’t care if it rains hard (I can see thick clouds hovering above from my office window), as long as I get to run.
Curse those beer bottles I had to chug… =T
