Wow, what a week it’s been. I’ve been a slacker…sort of. I was supposed to do 6 miles of a tempo run on Thursday…which turned into just under 4. I was starting to feel my hip while I was running. I didn’t want to push myself so I couldn’t accomplish my long run over the weekend. Because of this ache in my hip, I didn’t get around to doing the tworkout from last week. But I got my miles in my 18-mile long run on Sunday. Which was not what I was hoping it was.
First off, I *always* run with a piece of gum in my mouth. It keeps my mouth not feeling pasty. I can’t constantly drink otherwise I get a side cramp, so gum works nicely. I forgot my gum, but I wasn’t about to turn around and head home for it. I figured I’d just get it on my second lap. My legs felt tired for the first few miles. I was having trouble finding my groove. Not to mention I hit every.single.red.light along my route…which means I had to stop every 3/4 of a mile or so.
Then I felt nauseous through the whole run. Not hungry, but queasy. I tried having a chew or two and then a gel, but those didn’t help. It just made it worse. I was blaming it on the odd time I was running. I started at just about 1:15 pm. I’ve fueled for a late afternoon run and a morning run, but I didn’t want to eat something too heavy, so I ate light. Not sure if it was *too* light or what.
Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Finally get back to the house for a refill on the water bottles…which I didn’t really need because I wasn’t drinking much due to the nausea. Went potty and, despite wanting to call it quits, headed back out.
Half mile down the road I realized two things. I forgot the gum, again. And I forgot to throw a gel into my pouch. Yay me. Way to prep, Kirsten.
Since I started training for the 26.2 I’ve been making sure to drink or eat something regularly throughout my runs. I wanted my body to get used to the intake early on. I don’t want to hit “the wall” in Orlando. I must be doing something correctly because on all my long runs so far I haven’t felt depleted. The stomach has grumbled, but my body still has reserves.
I walked most of the second lap. I twisted my ankle and it was hurting. My hip was flaring up and aching each and every time I tried to run. I debated at a couple different places whether to cut the run short. But I didn’t want to. I wasn’t going to push myself with running, but I was going to complete the run.
Here’s what’s interesting to me. Six months ago I would have pushed myself to run. Six months ago if you had asked me what my goal for Disney was, I would have said to run the whole 26.2. Six months ago I would have felt discouraged and mad at myself for not being able to complete my training as designed.
But, here I sit with two 18-mile runs and a 20-mile run under my belt. If I work hard at being not broken (aka stretch and ice a ton and take it easy) but keep my fitness level relatively up, there is no doubt in my mind that I will complete that 26.2 happily. Will I run it all? Maybe not. Am I okay with that? Definitely. Because Disney will not be my only marathon. If nothing else, I know this.
I’m truly enjoying the miles. Even if some of them hurt.
Brooke commented on my post about my 20-miler and asked if I thought I’d still have enough to give another 6.2 miles. Honestly? Yes. Would it be easy? Probably not. But at the end of my first 18 and the 20, I felt like I *could* have kept going…and this was running alone. On race day? Surrounded by thousands of people, knowing that T would be there and ChristieO and Brooke will be running too? I’ll finish. I may cry a thousand tears and possibly puke, but I’ll finish.
My totals for the week:
Fitness challenge: 273 minutes of exercise.
Non-fitness challenge: Did I try something new? Does not beating myself up for a run that was not how I pictured it count? Then yes I did. I did manage to get my water intake in. I’ve been Nuun-ing and watering quite well.