Knowing when to stop

I've been so tired the last couple of days. My 20 miler on Sunday has wiped me out. Put that together with a work trip yesterday (over a 12 hour day in a hospital) and I'm knackered. I don't feel recovered at all.

I didn't want to go running tonight. But I dragged myself out and set out with my club group. 20 minutes in to hill training and I knew I shouldn't have gone. I wasn't up to it. My right hamstring twinged on the way up a hill and so I stopped.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is to know when to stop. An injury now would be a race breaker and I haven't put in all this training to miss the race.

I left the group and Mark ran back to the base with me. I only ended up running 3 miles in total, but that was enough. I feel awful for bailing on the session, but I'm sure I did the right thing so that's helping with the guilt.

All in all, I'm not a happy bunny. At least Wesley is cheering me up with snuggles. I'm off for an early night. Hope everyone else is having a better day.

Exercise: 3 mile run
March running mileage: 38.5 miles
2013 running mileage: 266 miles