Sunday, March 10, 2013
On Friday evening I mapped out an 11 mile route in my head that I wanted to complete on Saturday morning. The original plan was 13 miles, but I had 2 previous days of standing on my feet all day long, and my back was bothering me, so I thought 11 would be ambitious enough.
The second I started running, I knew it was going to be a tough run. I just felt tired. I ran my first mile in 10:16, but it was all downhill from there. I had periods where I had to stop and walk. My leg muscles were just not keeping up with what my mind wanted them to do.
After 7 miles I had a GU, and a bottle of water and pushed on. Mile 9 and 10 were excruciating, and a walked a lot of mile 11. My finish time? 2:05. I thought it was decent, considering I took walking breaks. I have some friends from my run club that ran the Miami Beach half marathon that day. Their finish time? 2:28! That made me feel great. I basically ran just as good as them, and they have completed full marathons.
I'm giving my body a little break. I'm not going to do a long run like this until the end of the month, and let myself recover. When I got home, my legs kept cramping on me, and I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. But a hot shower, some Motrin, and stretching, and a few hours later, I was feeling better.
My goal was to be able to run 10 by the end of March, so I am ahead of schedule. In a month or so, it will be way to hot to run long distances without dehydrating or suffering heat stroke. Marathon training will be tougher, so I'm taking advantage of the weather now. I am going to do this.