How much slower does sitting on one's ass for 11 days (punctuated by a triathlon in the middle) make a person?
A lot, apparently.
I could only manage 10km today, in what was supposed to be a long run day. With a walk break in the middle.
I felt like a lumbering elephant. A stiff and sore and cranky lumbering elephant.
At a pace (11:42 min/mile) that will only buy me a 5:07 marathon on race day even if I could keep it up for 26.2 miles, which I doubt.
It may be time to start revising my MCM pace plan downwards. 5:07 would still be a huge PR, but I really would like to break 5 hours. But it may be much too late for that.
Oh well. At least my 10km was about 10 minutes faster, with an average heart rate 14 bpm lower, than I was able to run last Sunday. (Then again, it was 15 degrees cooler today, and I hadn't had the fun of a 1500m swim and a 36-mile bike to warm up with).