I fueled and hydrated well yesterday & went to bed around 10. My alarm was set for 5:30 with the plan to be out the door by 6:15. I slept like crap & was awake a good hour before my alarm went off. Good thing, too, because when it went off, there was no sound. Silly cat probably hit the volume dial again.
I got up & headed downstairs for my usual long-run breakfast, a bowl of oatmeal & 1/2 a Greek yogurt. I got dressed, stretched a little & checked the weather again. I was ready to go.
You see, the weather report was for rain with storms beginning around 10:00. I was prepared to run in the rain-was looking forward to it even. My timing would work & I'd be done with my run before the storms started. Only, weather folks are often wrong. About 10 min before leaving the house, massive storms hit. I checked the radar and saw this:
Crud. I got mad, bitched on twitter & Facebook, and also discovered my friend Keith's relay (his team was 110/200 miles in) and my friend Angie's tri were called because of the weather. I felt like a jerk for complaining about my training run when they were out so much more.
I crawled back into bed & at 9:30 was awoken by this:
Angie was calling to tell me the sun was shining & to get my ass out of bed & do my run. She made a good point, tomorrow's weather could be crap too & then I'd be doing 17 miles on a treadmill. So, I got dressed again & ate a small granola bar & the rest of my yogurt. I didn't have anything to drink. This would prove to be a problem.
I headed out and, while it was relatively cool, the rain had jacked up the humidity. I made it to my first stop at just under 5 miles & refilled my water bottle. (I'd consumed about 6-7 oz of nuun and 1-2 sport beans.) I headed back out & had a gu at mile 5, taking a good 1/2 mile to get it in. Around mile 6 I tweeted I was really tired already. Around 8 miles my stomach was a mess. I made it home at about the 10 mile point & used the bathroom & refilled another water bottle. Total water/nuun at this point about 16-20 oz.
I headed back out to finish the last 7 on the trails by my house. My legs felt like lead & the heat was way up. I ate another gu & drank several oz of water, which resulted in some nice stomach cramps. 1.5 miles down the trail & I knew I was going to run out of water. I called M and asked him to hop on his bike & bring me more water. I ran a little, walked a little (ok, a lot) and he finally caught up with me. I refilled & kept going. I walked a ton in those last 5 miles. I ate another gu around mile 14-15. I drank lots of water. Every time I stopped to walk, my legs rebelled and it was hard to start running again.
With 1/2 a mile to go, Miley Cyrus's "The Climb" shuffled in and I spent the last 1/2 mile crying. I finished & bawled. IDK why exactly. This run was so hard. So much harder than I thought it would be. But, it was done.
I took the obligatory 17 mile picture with D's hands for help & a fake smile on my face. I was not happy with this run. It hurt. A lot. It was painfully slow.
I spent some time in a cold bath and my legs felt a little better. But, life goes on & I had plans so I couldn't sit in there and cry for long. I showered, made myself presentable (which was very difficult since my legs didn't really want to hold me up). I met a friend at the movies & we saw this:
There is something about the music of Glee that just makes me smile. I'm glad I had these plans or else I would have probably wallowed at home all afternoon. Instead, I was reminded to "Don't Stop Believing" Glee style. I finally had a smile on my face.
I will trust my training. I will cross that marathon finish line in October. Left foot, right foot, lather, rinse, repeat.
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