I'm about to share something that is so obvious that you can feel free to post "well, duh" responses in the comments.
My awful run starts the night before. Rather than eating a good pre-race (or just pre-long run) meal I eat a huge hunk of red meat. I'm sure there might have been a bite or two of veggies but for the most part just meat. I wake up the next morning. Both kids catch me as I get ready and turn on the whine about they either want to go with me or they don't want me to go. I run as quickly as I can out the door....no breakfast. Do you see where this is going?
I start the long run on base. Within 5 miles I can't find my zone and I'm out of sorts. I gel. By eight miles I'm struggling to keep going. I've got no strength and I'm losing my confidence. By mile 10 I've got no confidence and I'm going only on determination...I gel again. By mile 13 I'm passing by my car, I've lost all confidence, I feel like poop, and now I'm belittling myself. I call it a day. As I sit in my car trying to figure out what caused everything to go so bad it dawns on me that no matter how much gel I ingest it won't pay the food deficit my body was in. OK, here is where we can all say...well duh!
I'm so disappointed in myself for not planning properly that I can't even begin to type it out. Today was a HUGE wash.
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