I have been on quite the whirlwind of emotions here lately when I think about running in the half marathon next weekend. Being sick for two weeks has sucked all kinds of confidence out of me. With my last long run (the 9 miler) being 3 weeks ago and my race being next weekend, I knew today was an important one. If I didn’t get a substantial run in today, mentally, I might as well hang it up.
Except for a lingering cough, I’m pretty much over being sick. I bought a humidifier for the bedroom and it seems to be helping me get over everything.
I got up around 7 am and prepared myself for either failure or successful run. I honestly didn’t know how it was going to turn out. After eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich for pre-run fuel, I headed to town.
As soon as I started my run, it began to rain. I knew that it was supposed to today, but I thought it wouldn’t be until this evening. I accepted it as fact and kept going. Nothing was going to stop me today. Rain would only make me more hardcore. Or at least that’s what I imagined the people in the cars passing were thinking. “Look at that girl. She’s crazy. It’s cold and it’s raining. She must be pretty hardcore to be out there this morning.” Yep. That’s what they were thinking. Must have been.
The rain never got stronger than light sprinkling so it never became an issue. I took a little different route and passed several other runners that were out and about. I was feeling good and strong…. and then I looked at my garmin and saw that I had only gone 1.8 miles. Phooey.
I trudged on and only started feeling tired at about 6.5 miles in. The rest, I’m not gonna lie, it was tough. I stopped two times for about a minute to stretch. My butt was sore, my legs were heavy and my feet were aching. By the time I got back to the park where my car was, I was at 9.1 miles. I still had to get that last mile done. I was exhausted. I had been running for two hours. TWO HOURS. Imagine watching a movie. Now imagine RUNNING THAT ENTIRE TIME. I had to walk. I walked. I jogged. I walked some more. I jogged the last two tenths. I was finished!
I collapsed on the grass.
I don’t know how next weekend will go, but I will be there. I will squeeze every little ounce of energy out of my body and I will finish this thing. One of the things I thought about while running is the same thing my husband said when I got home. I’ve come too far to quit now. I agree. The girl who has pushed so far, so hard… she would be pretty pissed off if she did all of that for nothing.
One week to go.