Yes, you read the title correct.
I did my last "long" run this weekend. It consisted of 22 miles! It consisted of all the above words.
Amazing, long, dreadful, painful, sweaty, etc. I can keep going!
This was exactly what I needed. I still am not sure how prepared I am for NY, but there is no turning back now. Whether I am prepared or not, I am finishing that damn race. I am claiming my medal. I have been running through the heat, new schedule, and injuries. Ready or not, here I come.
Here is how my run went.
Friday night I can't really even remember what I ate, a half a bagel with peanut butter, and I am sure whatever else I was able to stick in my mouth. I was sleeping before 9:00, that I know for sure. My alarm was set for 4 knowing I was meeting my team at 6:30. 4:00 came and I almost said "F" it, I want to sleep. Instead, I snoozed, got up and got ready. I vaselined my toes, glided any place that may chafe and was out the door by 4:30. I had one thing freaking me out. After talking to Tori and everyone else about my stomach issues, she mentioned trying an immodium. I could not find it for the life of me, I bought it specifically for this run. Once I got to my car, I found it! I was so happy! It is the little things like that in life.
At the park, I put all my gear on and ventured out for my run. I kept gong back and forth on the route I wanted to run because I wanted to make it back for the TEAM. This totally kept me going because I was thinking about something other than the pounding on my feet. The run started off pretty well, just a bit of quad pain. It was dark, which I loved. I love running in the dark because I cannot see my watch, I can't see how far I have gone, or how far I have left to go. At the 4 mile marker I turned around to head back to the start. I wanted to get about 8 in before meeting TEAM. It worked out perfectly. They had 14 on the schedule. After meeting up, I was still feeling great! I would run 2 then walk for a few minutes because I know I will be walking through the water stops in NY.
8-13 were just fine. I fueled with Honey stinger chew every 4-5 miles. I started to want to shoot myself about mile 14. Not going to lie, mile 15 I tried a powergel. I have had them in the past, but knew I was 2 miles from a bathroom and had immodium in me so I can be "risky". I was still walking and running. The walking started to happen more frequently, but was still maintaining a pace I wanted. I saw Kat around mile 16 which was a boost I needed. She is training for Ironman in Panama city. I saw her, and forgot to turn my watch back on. It was off for about a mile so you will see that my watch says 21 miles. Misty and I kept at each other. Mile 19, Yup, wanted to shoot myself again. I told myself I can walk it and will rock 20-22. And that is what I did. I encouraged myself by setting markers to run to, or minutes to run. I knew after this, come race day, I would still have 4.2, I would have bridges to climb up. I wanted to be as best prepared as possible.
I hope I didn't bore you too much with that!
After 22 miles, my coaches were waiting for me! It was a bitter sweet feeling because I didn't get to celebrate. I headed straight home to get ready for a bridal shower. This was my second longest run ever. The only longer run I had was my Marathon last year.
It is not Monday night, I still cannot walk like a normal human being. I say "ouch" every time I walk up or down the stairs, sit down, or attempt to sit on the toilet.
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