Half Way There!
This week-ends run marked the half way point in my marathon training. This week-ends run was also 16 miles! Now if my math is correct, 16 isn't half of 26 and by my calculations, we should only be running 13 miles. Half way my ass! Speaking of which, my ass is probably the only thing that isn't hurting on my body right about now! My quads are screaming and believe it or not, my jaw is killing me. I chew gum like it's going out of style on my runs and seeing as I was running for almost 4 hours yesterday it got a major work-out.
Onto the run, I had a great start. I kept up with others in my group for approximately 4 miles. I am usually by myself, so this was really good. I was feeling good, legs were doing just fine, it was nice. At around an hour and 15 minutes into the run, I GU'd. For the first time. I am no longer a GU virgin!! woohoo! Sorry peeps, it's not all it's hyped up to be! I had the vanilla. I tore open the pack and just squirted the whole thing into my mouth and washed it down really really fast with water. It was gross. It was hot from being in my fuel belt and I didn't like the smell of it. I guess I was expecting this big burst of energy after I took it, but that never happened.
My mother met me at mile 12 with a nice cold Vitamin Water (my new favorite thing to drink) a frozen water and a banana. She filled my water bottle as I tried to get down at least half of the banana, and off I went. I was feeling good up to this point, when at like mile 13 I started to struggle. My feet were on fire, the sun was out in full force at this point and I had to walk. I was trying to run to land marks and then take a walk break, but it kind of turned into a walk/run to the finish. It seemed like I was never going to make it back to the meeting area.
The last half mile, I ran straight through and once I finished, all that I could think of was that I could never in a million years run another 10 miles to complete a marathon.
NEVER EVER, not in this lifetime. 16 miles was friggin' FAR! I had not one single ounce of energy left in me to even pick up my feet and walk to my car, never mind probably another 2 hours of running!
I wanted to run the 16 miles in 3:30, but of course I didn't, I clocked in at 3:50. I feel like I am the slowest person on earth running. Once again I was the last person to complete the run in the whole group. I swear to god if I even come in last in the marathon, I'll be pissed. But at the rate I'm going, that seems to be my M.O.!
So I guess it's a good thing that I'm only at the half way point, this gives me another 2 months to work on my running.