To say I was nervous about going for my first 18-mile run was an understatement. I have total 100% faith in my training, but 18 miles is a long way. On top of it I was going to be running it Friday evening instead of Saturday because I was catching a flight out Saturday midday and wouldn’t have a 3+-hour block of time.
I ended up getting a babysitter because T had places to be in the evening, and I needed to be done by the time dinner was done. I had planned this run to be two laps of 9 miles. T was my pit stop on my last 16 mile run bringing me refills for my water bottle, but since he was going to be at work, I decided I could take my pit stop at home. This worked out perfectly because by the end of my first lap I was freezing in my shorts and tech tee and changed into my new warm running pullover/jacket and my extra warm running hat. It felt soo good to come out and put on some dry clothes.
To preface this run, Thursday evening I was feeling worn out and like I was getting sick. A little bit of a scratchy throat too. Friday morning I woke up feeling not great. I ended up laying down for about 30 minutes before picking up the 4yo at preschool and then again for an hour that afternoon. I told myself that I’d do the first 9 and if I felt “good”, I do the second 9.
My babysitter arrived and I hit the road. Tried to tune into the music and just let the feet keep moving. I’ve been practicing fueling starting around mile 2-3. I’m nervous about hitting the wall because I haven’t taken in enough calories during the full 26.2. So I was sipping on my Nuun and would have a Shot Blok every 20 minutes or so. At mile 5 I took a gel and was feeling pretty good. I did knock off about 0.2 of a mile on my first lap because the sun had gone down, I was drenched in sweat, and getting cold.
I stopped my time when I got back to the house to pull on my running pants, throw on my sweatshirt and dry, warm hat. I was stopped for about 5-7 minutes for this transition.
I also had forgotten to wrap my knee and had been feeling it a little bit in the cold, so I took the time to give it the support it needed and headed back out. I couldn’t believe that I still felt pretty good, though tired, as I headed out for lap #2. I was still trying to hydrate and fuel, but found that by mile 12 or so my bowels were starting to gurgle. I was scared that I would need to actually stop for a potty break. I didn’t want to do this. I wanted to keep going. And keep going I did.
I knew because I took off that 0.2 miles on my first lap that I was going to have add it back in. I *needed* to see the number hit 18. I need to see those new big numbers in black and white. I need my little chart that I can look at with pace and elevation. I like charts and graphs.
The best, most amazing part of this run was that when I finally was done, I wasn’t *done*. I still had more to give. But I came and drank my Carnation Instant Breakfast. T helped me stretch and my girls helped me with my latest “new mileage picture”.