After a failed attempt at 16 miles last week, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to complete the 17 miler scheduled for this weekend. And with a DNS on Saturday morning, I was even more afraid. Saturday wasn't really my fault--I got up to the alarm at 6:30, ate breakfast, dressed, slathered on the sunscreen. Then I flung open the curtains to let the dogs out before we left and everything was wet, wet from the pouring down rain, not the sprinklers that were also on... So I crawled back in bed and slept until 10!!
When the alarm woke me this morning, the first thing I did was check outside to see if it was raining, and it wasn't. It wasn't hot this morning, but it was really humid. Almost like running in soup. I struggled from the beginning. I kept getting twigs and leaves in my socks. My knees hurt. My hips screamed. My feet were in agony. All this before I even made it to half marathon distance. I broke the cardinal rule of running. I finished 17 miles, but I am defeated.
I was too tired for an ice bath, but managed to ice my feet in the sink. My legs were so tired, that I wasn't sure if I could lift them over the tub to get out of the shower. I popped 2 Aleve immediately. I am physically and mentally exhausted. But I know from past experience that I need to keep moving. If the stiffness sets in, I know I'm done for.
I'm second guessing this whole marathon thing.
Miles logged: 17
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