This last weekend I woke up at 6 in the morning to run the 11 miles that my schedule deemed I run. When I went to let the dogs out I was greeted with rain. And it was cold. Running 11 miles in the cold and rain?? Hmmm. So I waited, had my breakfast, texted Lauren a few times "are we really doing this" "what are we thinking" "i hate this!" - ya know, the normal texts back and forth at 6:30 in the morning! I will be the first to admit that I was scared out of my mind about this run. I had ran a couple of 9 mile runs up to this point but for some reason 11 just scared me. It was double digits! I know it was all mental, but I was freaked out. Aaron sat me down and gave me a little pep talk and even said a prayer for me. I thought that was sweet of my boo! As I was about to leave he hugged me one more time and told me I was going to be great and I kind of melted down. Yes, I kind of got sad and weepy. I think some of it had to do with the fact that he was leaving me all day to go watch ATM play Baylor. So he wasn't getting home until 8 that night! All day alone after an 11 mile run = me not getting off the couch until 3.
I got out there and did it though. I did great for the first 8 miles or so and then I decided to try cherry flavored sport beans. It was all downhill from there. And not the good downhill as in running down hill. Nope. I'm not sure if it was the sport beans but something gave me the worst heart burn I've had in a while. I have to run 4-5 more miles with this pain??? You've got to be kidding me! I had several instances where my mouth started watering like it does right before you hurl. I was also burping up my peanut butter toast at the same time. Lovely, right?? This slowed my pace a bit. I had one mile left when I looked at my phone and saw a text from Lauren: "Woohoo just finished!! Call me when you get back!" I texted back "One mile left and I'm dying still running tho" And then I got "You can do it girl! Run NickyT run!!" And with that I picked up my pace and pushed on through my last mile! I knew I couldn't give up. I finished my run in 105 minutes. Not my best time, but not too bad after all the pain. Now, I'm normally pretty pumped after my runs and proud of myself but I was not too pumped after this one. I felt nauseous. I hate it when I feel like that after my long runs. I showered - which by the way is quite painful when the underside of your boobs are chafed! and laid on the couch. I did not get up until about 3. I tried to eat but nothing really sat well with me. I was miserable. And alone! Woe is me. Ha! But I did go get some shopping in around 4. I hit up Ann Taylor, Banana, and Pottery Barn. I also treated myself to a little non-fat Peppermint Mocha from Sbux! I think I'm getting close to drinking my weight in those. So good!
This weekend is a 10 mile run. I know I can do 10 if I did 11, right?? I'm just really ready for the tapering to begin. I loved running at first but now I feel like it's more of a job. I have to make my runs in order to reach 13.2. And I refuse to walk so there's that added pressure too. Also, our training has been going on since July. So I might be a litle burned out. I'm to the point where I am so ready for January 17 to be here so I can be done with it and be able to enjoy a nice 4 miles run instead of 11!
Below is some running gear I used. I normally run with a bottle of water and pack away pieces of power bar into my pocket of my running shorts, but I decided on this run I needed something more. I broke down and bought a water belt. I felt like a nerd, but was glad I could free up my hands some. It did weigh me down, but I'm hoping I'll get used to it.
Nike hat (essential on a rainy run), sport beans (never again!) and ironman belt (total awesomeness...)