A hectic Wednesday forced me to shuffle up the training schedule. The length didn’t allow for it to be run in the morning. Melissa had a doctor appointment after work. Exhaustion from the day did not get us out. I took it easy, watched the new episode of Gossip Girl – my guilty pleasure – and had some ice cream.
The rest made me anxious to get out the door Thursday morning. The weather was in the 50s. Perfect! Still not liking all the morning darkness – how I love Daylight Savings Time 😦 – so kept to lit-up streets. It’s an out-and-back with a slight up-hill out. Down-hill is always appreciated on the backside of any route.
I ran down by the Thornton Rec Center and ran figure-eights around the ponds. Kind of a boring run – Melissa never would have allowed such repetition – but I wasn’t being very creative. A very routine run. Good but not great.
The pain in my foot reminded me Saturday would become harder now being fatigued. Excuses flooded my head. My body somehow got out the door that morning and I set out to run 13 miles. I knew it was crazy. This was more running in two days than I had ever put my body through. But it was a challenge and it begged to be conquered. That was that.
At least I had Melissa on this run. Without her I probably would have quit 5 miles into it, if not earlier. But we set out on a slow pace. The body loosened up after a couple miles and my hopes were lifted that the entire run wouldn’t be agonizing.
It was short-lived.
I rolled through the first few miles. My body wasn’t yet falling apart. Then we hit the turn-around point -or what I thought was the turn-around point- and I asked Melissa what mile we were at. She replied, 4.5 miles.
My jaw hit the pavement. My soul crushed. I had her repeat it. 4.5 she said again. The good run took a turn for the worse. I marched forward thinking I can do this. That was until I began the ascent on the never-ending hill. The positive attitude I was trying to save and whatever energy I had left was completely gone.
The restroom stop at a Walmart gave me a chance to breath and gather some confidence to finish this. After all, 7 miles is a long walk back home. The return trip did go better. A few miles flew by as I got into a groove. Taking gels always does give energy and it really gave me a boost this day.
I made it past a half-marathon. Mentally I was weak and could not force myself to continue this time. I walked the last mile home.
The following day I iced and heated my knee. I believe it is getting better. I desperately need it to. So as I lay watching a movie, icing my knee I posted on Facebook “In two days I ran 23 miles.” Amazing.
Get out and fill your passion bucket,