So, I ran 20 miles this morning. I can say that nonchalantly now because it’s over and I no longer feel like death is at my door.
Monday and Wednesday were personal trainer workouts but Tuesday I was in such a piss poor mood all day that I couldn’t even bring myself to run…or do anything for that matter.
So, I skipped the run and don’t plan on making it up.
Ok, now back to that 20 miler. I woke up at 2:45 (!) to meet my group by 3:50. I did all the usual things.
But this run was way harder than my 18 a few weeks ago. And not because it was 2 miles longer. The first 8 miles felt pretty great, but I was feeling extremely fatigued by mile 11.
Along with my pretzels and salt tabs, I brought a peanut butter and (sugar free) jelly sandwich and I put half Powerade Zero/half water in my Camelbak. My Camelbak was empty by Mile 11, my breathing was harder than usual like during this run, and my Garmin’s battery died at Mile 17. (It was fully charged this morning.)
You know you’ve been running a long time when your Garmin dies.
I would not have finished the run if it wasn’t for my running buddies, Brad and Lauren. Seriously, Lauren is super motivational and was doing everything she could to get me and Brad’s mind off the run. During the last 4 miles, I knew I was holding Lauren up so Brad and I told her to go on without us. After making sure we knew the route back like a true running mom, Lauren took off so fast it was like a bright flash of light with a fast wind through my hair. And then we couldn’t see her in front of us anymore.
I was really thankful that Brad stayed back with me. We took more walk breaks just to get through the last 3 miles. It was rough but we made tiny goals along the way, like we could take a walk break once we got to the traffic light in the distance. That seemed to work because we made it! Brad’s Garmin said we ran the 20 in 4 hours and 28 minutes. Now if I can only run 6.2 miles in 17 minutes, I will make my race goal time! That’s possible, right?
When I got home, I took an ice bath.
It was so cold that I wimped out and only used 2 bags of ice.
Hubs saw I was too lazy to open the bag of ice, so he broke it up for me so it wasn’t just one big iceberg floating in the tub.
Oh, and can you tell by my feet that the Band-Aid Cushions didn’t help the rash I get on the top of my feet? Next run I’ll try Body Glide and see how that works.
Right now I’m wearing my compression leg sleeves. Don’t mind my disgusting feet. They are not pretty after I run.
I wish these things went up to my ass because my hamstrings are seriously sore. I have been firmly planted on the couch since I got home and even finished the last 2 episodes of Game of Thrones. Productivity is at an all time low.
I’m proud I finished the 20 but I think the run sucked and I hope it’s not an indication of how Savannah will go. It is however an indication of what I will be doing tonight…