14 loooooooooong miles
So ya, I did it. I ran 14 miles! 14 looooong ridiculous, took every ounce of energy out of me, miles. Honestly...it was ridiculous. I can't get over the fact that I did it. Let me start at me arriving down the Cape. First thing my friends and I do is map out the route that I am going to run. So as we are driving, I keep thinking and saying out loud how far this is......that I can't believe how far 14 miles is. So as we are making note of my mile markers we get to mile four, then mile five and six...at around six and half, I was beside myself at far this was and said that I was just going to turn around at six and a half and do a half marathon. I knew I was only cheating myself, my friends could care less when I turned around, they would still be sleeping while I was running. So I continued down the road another half mile and EXACTLY at the 7.0 mile mark, which is also my turn around point, is THIS:
(I hope you can see the picture!!) testing 1,2,3.......
OMG - That SO means something!!! The picture is kind of small, but the sign reads: Marathon Seafood. Can you imagine.......and I was going to turn around at six and a half miles. THIS SO MEANS SOMETHING!! That's all I kept saying the whole ride back to the hotel! My friends were like...ya Aimee...this so means something. It means you are effin' crazy for running that far! Who runs that far for "fun"!?? They really didn't understand that it DOES mean something. It wasn't just a "sign" for the seafood restaurant...it was a "SIGN"....if you get my drift!
Onto the run. I get up at 6:30, on my girls week-end mind you, and off I go. I was feeling good, running good until about mile 4. I forgot what my mile 5 marker was and I felt like I was running forever and never going to hit it, and the next thing I know I was at mile 6. You would think that would be a good thing, already at mile 6, but nope, I kind of psyched myself into thinking I was running way too long and my legs started to get heavy. Finally, I reached it, mile 7, Marathon Seafood! woo hoo. At this point, I had already stopped at gas station to refill my water bottle, and while I was there, I decided to take a seat on the cute little bench that they had out front to take a rest! So there it was mile 7, and all I kept thinking about was how I was never going to make it back, it was a loooong ways back to where I came from. I even contemplated calling for a ride to come and get me, but I didn't, instead I took a minute (or 5, or 10...) and sat on this little seaside wall and tried to eat my sport beans....let's just leave that at YUCK!!!
Back on my feet, and off I go. At this point, I was mentally exhausted, however, my feet and legs were just fine. At mile 8 and a half, I stopped at a CVS and replenished my water and grabbed a Reeses peanut butter cup.....I know, it's no Gu or Cliff bar or Sport Beans, but it's what I wanted. I could only get one "cup" down so I sat outside the store and drank some water. So that was another, oh I don't know.....10 minutes. I was doing anything at this point to not run.
I know this story is going on forever......so I keep running and running and running and now my hips are hurting, and you know, "the hips don't lie"....so I walked a few, then I ran a few...blah blah blah. Honestly, this WAS the never ending run.
End results - 7 miles took me exactly 1:30 - 14 miles not so good, it took 3:20.
I figure 25 minutes of that was walking and my wall and CVS breaks, BUT none the less I ran 14 miles. Yeah me!
Let me just say that it beat the shit out of me. I was suppose to run easy on Monday, didn't do it. I was suppose to run tonight, speed work, didn't do it. I am sitting here writing about running with absolutely no desire to get off my butt and actually do it. I have 10 miles scheduled for this Saturday. I hope not running according to the schedule doesn't throw me off that much on Sat.
BTW, my goal time was 3 hours, maybe next time!