Whoa week 10!!! We are in the double digits of the big time, the marathon training!!!!
It feels like just yesterday that I started to consider running a full marathon, in fact it was many months ago after my Quincy half marathon :) But after this week it seems very real!
I am not going to bore you with the daily details because I want to talk about my 20 mile run ;)
You can see my week of training here at Daily Mile :)
On Saturday I did my first Spartan Race!!! It was great :)
Then Sunday arrived. Long run day. My first scheduled 20 mile run. The longest I have ever attempted to run. To make it worse, we had a hurricane coming. Yep. Miss Irene was making her way to my home town so I knew I had to get out early and get this run done before the storm hit us. So I set my alarm for 445 AM and went to sleep Saturday night dreaming of miles of running and wondering why the hell anyone does it ;)
I woke up and got dressed and made my way down stairs to do my normal pre run rituals. I packed my fuel belt and set on my Polar FT 60 and headed out the door. It was pitch black outside when I started to run. It was hot and humid. I almost felt like it was a bit stifling but that soon would change.
About 3 miles in I began to relax into a rhythm and I could feel the sprinkles starting... Yep I knew I would be running another long run in the rain and just smiled and welcomed it. What else can you do at that point right?
I kept going and felt great for about 8 miles. I was planning to run to my sisters house and then run home. She lives 10.25 miles away from me so it all seemed like the perfect plan run there have a potty break, refuel and run home. Well you do not realize how hard somewhere is to get to until you are running there hehe. It was hilly, and I forgot that until I was there.
Well I got to my sisters house and rang the bell but she was sleeping! I guess we did not get the timing right haha. By then it was pouring out so I was pretty soaked and headed back home. I stopped at Starbucks to use the bathroom, that was right at mile 11. It was then I realized my stomach was not too happy with me. I guess the trail mix from the day before was not agreeing too well with me.
I hit the road again and just kept going. By mile 13 it really was pouring and I started to wonder what the hell I was thinking. But then I put on some rock star music and just started singing. Yep it was pouring, yep I was cold and tired but I was determined that I would finish. And so I got through the next few miles.
Then I hit mile 17. That is the longest I have ever run, maybe my mind was tricking me but I hit a wall. A big wall. A 20 mile run, you body can handle it but it really fucks with your mind. And at that moment my mind began trying to tell me to stop. By now it seemed the hurricane was coming fast I could see clouds moving and the rain was a steady pour. Then my stomach started gurgling again...
I tried to walk it out for a minute and then start running again. But it got worse. I started to really feel like I may not make it to Dunkin Donuts which I could see in the distance. So I stopped running and power walked to Dunks. I got there just in time and went to the bathroom. It was painful. I will just say I hate my stomach and all the sensitivities it has. I need to be super strict the next few weeks and try to pin point what is making me sick.
I was 18 miles in. I contemplated calling T and having him come pick me up. I thought about it for a good 5 minutes. And then a couple in dunks asked me what the hell I was doing running outside when the storm was here. I smiled and said I am marathon training! We talked for a few minutes and then I headed out the door.
I knew right then and there all that was left was 2 miles. 2 miles I do that all the time, I told myself I can do this now. By now the rain was pounding and the wind had picked up. The rain was being blown so hard by the wind it felt like needles against my skin. I could see trees swaying and branches were being blown about. I thought wow mother nature is a strong bastard, but I am a wee bit stronger! And I headed home the last 2 miles in that way.
I finally made it home and just could not believe it!!! 20 miles, I had conquered the beast I had feared all week. I walked into my house and there was hot coffee and dry clothes waiting for me :) That was really all I needed at that point.
So I can check off 20.5 miles done in 3 hours and 38 minutes off the list of things I need to do. :)
I did not look too pretty but I was glad it was over!
And of course my Polar proof of a job done ;)
How do you feel after tackling a long run?