Since I needed to do an 8-mile run yesterday, I tried to take advantage of the final few hours of vacation and do an afternoon run. Pay no attention to the 93-degree reading on the thermometer .... merely details.
I actually felt really good for the first couple miles, but once I really got to sweating my legs turned to lead. Managed a little over 3 miles of good running, then quickly devolved into walking/running/flailing while every ounce of liquid was rapidly ringed from my body. Finally threw in the towel at 6.73 miles. Live to fight another day, as they say.
Here's the Garmin's-eye view of my wilting:
Somehow I suspect the Chick-Fil-A, mixed nuts, and Diet Coke I consumed while finishing the drive didn't provide the optimal pre-run fuel. 6 miles tonight, 4 on Saturday, and 16 on Sunday. Time to rally.