11 Really Hard Miles
I ran 11 miles yesterday morning. My longest run ever!
I headed out before the sun even rose which was awesome because I was able to watch the sun rise over the horizon at the beach. But that’s about where the awesome ended.
When I got home from my run I wrote up a sad blog post about how I didn’t think I would be able to do the half marathon next month. Before I hit publish I decided to sleep on it for a little bit. Now that I’ve slept on it, refueled and marathon’d The Mindy Project season 1 I feel better.
But there is no doubt I had a hard run yesterday morning. In fact, yesterday’s run reminded me that my 10-miler last weekend was hard too. I had kind of forgotten how bad the last mile was last week because I was so excited about finally hitting double digits.
The truth is, I struggled a lot on the last mile last week, and I struggled A LOT yesterday during my last two miles.
The above picture made me laugh, but in all seriousness I’m feeling really nervous about the half marathon now.
Mentally I kept telling myself how strong I am and how I only had a little bit further to go. But physically, my legs just weren’t interested in going the distance. I walked a lot during the last two miles yesterday.
That scares me because I don’t want to all but walk the last three miles of the half marathon next month. I want to finish my first half strong, as a runner.
My only hope is that I know I haven’t been fueling right. I don’t think I’m drinking enough and I know I’m not eating enough. Yesterday I only had two energy chews out of the whole package. Maybe if I can nail my fueling situation next weekend I can get in a really strong 12 miles and feel confident going into the half.
I also think I need to bring gatorade instead of water on my runs. I noticed yesterday that I had salt buildup on my skin when I got home. I was sweating A LOT and not replenishing those lost electrolytes.
I honestly don’t know why I’ve been neglecting the fueling situation lately. For a while there I was really good about staying on top of it. I guess on these long runs I’m always afraid something I eat will upset my stomach. Also I am really sick of the taste of energy chews – they are sooo sweet.
Maybe I will experiment with other foods during my shorter runs this week to see how my stomach holds up with them.
When I was telling Adam how hard my run was, he said “You didn’t expect running a half marathon would be easy did you?” Tough love.
Of course I didn’t think running a half would be easy. But everything up until 9 miles feels really good… like, kind of easy. I feel strong, confident and steady. Something just happens at mile 10 where my legs fall apart.
Really hoping that nailing my fueling situation will really help because it will be hard to admit that my body just isn’t ready.
Advice? Words of encouragement?