Workout:
7.86 miles, 1:23:34 (including 3 min warm up, 3 min cool down)
10.6min/mile
Flat road, some puny hills, and almost got nailed by a middle aged woman in her Tahoe.

Everything almost went as planned. I thought about turning off my alarm, but managed to conquer my inner fatty and got up. I ate a light snack (peanut butter on a pancake - tasty, you should try it!) and had my coffee. I wore my Brooks skirt again (hey, I washed it).

I left about 20-30 minutes later than I normally do and I was running in the sunlight for the majority of the time. Thankfully, it was very overcast and the temperature was in the low 70's, so I didn't feel like I was baking. The humidity was stupid - as usual.

I didn't get hungry in the middle of my run like I did last week. Thanks, Mister Pancake. I continued with the Jeff Galloway program and was doing well until about mile 4.5. I started to feel like I couldn't keep up with the pace anymore. This is 1) a sign of weakness and 2) another indication that training for a full may be a bit ridiculous. The program backed down the pace about 20s/mile and I felt better. Part of my problem was that I was trying to alter my stride a bit and ended up going too fast and getting winded.

Nonetheless, I finished the full work out. When I got home, I stretched, foam rolled, and prophylactically iced. I had some chocolate milk, a bit of water, showered, and then had my greek yogurt breakfast. Shortly afterward, I took a nap because Monster said I should. When I woke up, I felt absolutely terrible.

TERRIBLE. I had no idea why I felt like I did after only running about half a mile more than I ran during last week's long run. I got up, had a snack with the baby, and started drinking water. It wasn't until about 3 hours after that that I even had to pee! Way to go, Kristin.

So, there you have it. I felt like death because I failed to properly rehydrate myself. This is a new phenomenon for me! I usually over hydrate and get a killer headache. Apparently, humidity kills and should not be ignored.

Note to self: A headache is better than the stench of death.