Today I died. The rest of the guys did next weeks speed today because they'll be gone next week so while they were doing mile repeats I just kind of ran behind them at easy pace and tried to not fall to far behind mileage wise. I ended up running the whole thing with them and getting 7 miles total when they finished. Those first 7 miles were pretty hard to be honest and while I was in the pace zone, I was usually always towards the slow end and it was getting pretty hard to stay there. After the 7 with them, I kind of stood around for awhile trying to catch my breath and give my legs a break, while also trying to convince one of them to bike next to me for my last 7, but it didn't work. I ended going out and while my quads and calves were still super sore, they warmed up really fast and I was able to actually pick things up and my first few miles were all at around 6:20s for that last 7. Until mile 11 hit I was doing great and then thats when I died. That was the first mile that I had over my pace limit, which is the first time I've done that this year and I started to get really shaky and wobbly and I got that feeling that you get when you are completely empty and your body starts running on muscle instead of fat or carbohydrates because nothings left. Luckily I was near Ryans house and so I knocked on his door and begged for food. While I might have gotten some strange looks from his family, I had the most sugary cereal I could find and I downed that thing as fast as I could. After thanking them and probably weirding them out I said goodbye and headed out on my run again. Even though I had a full stomach of cereal and milk I couldn't really feel it and I was glad that I had had it. Now I felt more normal, but I could tell that I couldn't return to easy pace without dying again so then I transitioned to recovery pace and I barely made it in under that pace for the last 3 miles. I did survive however and make it to do my core and Biking still. I biked more than usual because for some reason it made my legs feel a lot better. Probably because it was working out all of the latic acid in my legs that would have probably built up and totally destroyed me later on in the week as I try to run
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