That’s EIGHT miles.
All at once.
On purpose no less!
As you see the course is H-I-L-L-Y!
But we did it.
I was absolutely exhausted after.
But we did it!
I did it!
I had my first experience with Gu. Next time, which will be Saturday when we run nine, I’m going to try the Chocolate or Vanilla Bean flavors. The Orange Cream flavor I got wasn’t so much a favorite. I think there was a disconnect for me between flavor and texture.
I was, of course, exhausted! I was in bed and out cold by 8 am. But the good news was that Monday morning I wasn’t really stiff or sore. At least not as much as I expected to be.
I got a little piece of (worthwhile) advice from my husband/coach/running partner. He said it with all sincerity, love, and gentleness, but what it all came down to was “Stop whining!!” When things got tough I did keep going, but not without an abundance of “I can’t do this!” “I’m never going to make it!” “This is crazy/stupid!” whining. His recommendation is that I become my own personal Little Engine That Could (Can). And he’s right. All the whining and negativity aren’t really serving me. So that’ll be me Saturday “I think I can! I think I can! I think I can!” every time the course gets rough.
Tonight is a short run – 5 miles – and the fabulous weather we’re having (current temperature 72° at 4 pm) is totally conducive to running outside instead of the monotony of a treadmill. I am so ready for Daylight Savings Time to come – or go whichever one it does in Spring – so it’s lighter longer and we can do all our running outside!
But back to that “short run” comment up there.
First: I used “short run” and “5 miles” in the same sentence. Me. The person who, six months ago, couldn’t have run one mile without stopping several times!
Second: Do you see the bottom loop on that picture up there? That’s a little over 1.5 miles. Last summer when I was doing the running training program that got me from couch potato to running almost all of a 5K in ten weeks I started doing my training runs around that path. The first time I did it took all I had to make it around once. On Sunday, that was the end of an eight mile run! I can’t even type those words without getting a little choked up.
My husband/coach/running partner is taking great amusement out of my newfound derision for treadmill running. As is a runner friend at church.
I have got to run!