Ohmygoodness.
In one week from today-- from right now-- I will be done with this half marathon business-- thank goodness! I have ALREADY learned my lesson about not training. The anxiety alone about plodding along for thirteen endless miles is enough to make me swear to never pull this stunt again. However, since I really like to be at least mentally prepared for what I'm about to face, I decided to run 13 miles today. Holy cow. I used MapMyRun.com to map out a route. I ran north just a little bit, then east to the lake, then south along the lake for a long time, then turned around and came back. I think I shouldn't even say "ran" it was a slow and awkward shuffle. Especially on the second leg of the journey-- my legs HURT and when you add a double limp and extreme pigeon toes into an already awkard shuffle... shoot, it's just not pretty. Needless to say I did return and it took me far longer than I will ever be ready to admit. I knew I needed to walk around a little bit afterwards to kind of cool down, but I could barely even walk! As I sort of swayed and tripped along, I thought 'What if I don't even recover from this escapade before next Saturday?!' So we'll see. I am grateful that it didn't rain and that the wind wasn't TOO bad.
More later probably.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
13.1 in 8... (dry heave).
Praise the LORD for the internet and for nice at&t men who climb ladders to get a connection from the telephone wires even though they have RICKETS and obviously don't want to climb.
(for the record i offered MORE THAN ONCE to climb FOR him, to which he replied 'if my supervisor drove by and saw you on a ladder, he'd have my head'...and well, i guess no one likes a head-less at&t man).
So the hand of reality slapped me in the face today-- there are a lousy EIGHT days until I'm registered to run 13.1 miles in a race like manner. I wish I could adequately describe how nauseous this makes me. Many people say 'oh, you'll be fine, you're over exaggerating.' However, I am actually being quite practical. I am not ready for this race. My last half marathon, I was very prepared-- I hit 13 miles in my training two and a half weeks before the race-- and I still almost fainted/vomited/died at the finish line. This time-- I hit 8 miles about two weeks ago... haven't gone past that. Sooo I'm a) mortified, b) terrified, and c) really disappointed in myself. I don't know why I haven't done what I knew I needed to do. I did actually try, but something about the fact that... it was ... hard flipped me out. I don't know. My legs hurt. I had a wicked bout of the flu for a week and am still not really recovered. I started the night shift which throws any sense of normalcy down the drain. There are so many reasons that justify where I'm at in my training, but excuses make me sick and the fact that I'm full of them makes me sicker. The fact that I'm not where I wanted to be and where I should be if I were a serious and legit runner is upsetting beyond belief. When I chuckle as I say I am not ready, I am actually cringing inside and searching for some way to turn back time and re-do these past two months so that I could be ready to dominate this half marathon and beat my time from January. As it is, I am praying that I can finish.
Send me your endurance vibes. They will NOT be wasted.
(for the record i offered MORE THAN ONCE to climb FOR him, to which he replied 'if my supervisor drove by and saw you on a ladder, he'd have my head'...and well, i guess no one likes a head-less at&t man).
So the hand of reality slapped me in the face today-- there are a lousy EIGHT days until I'm registered to run 13.1 miles in a race like manner. I wish I could adequately describe how nauseous this makes me. Many people say 'oh, you'll be fine, you're over exaggerating.' However, I am actually being quite practical. I am not ready for this race. My last half marathon, I was very prepared-- I hit 13 miles in my training two and a half weeks before the race-- and I still almost fainted/vomited/died at the finish line. This time-- I hit 8 miles about two weeks ago... haven't gone past that. Sooo I'm a) mortified, b) terrified, and c) really disappointed in myself. I don't know why I haven't done what I knew I needed to do. I did actually try, but something about the fact that... it was ... hard flipped me out. I don't know. My legs hurt. I had a wicked bout of the flu for a week and am still not really recovered. I started the night shift which throws any sense of normalcy down the drain. There are so many reasons that justify where I'm at in my training, but excuses make me sick and the fact that I'm full of them makes me sicker. The fact that I'm not where I wanted to be and where I should be if I were a serious and legit runner is upsetting beyond belief. When I chuckle as I say I am not ready, I am actually cringing inside and searching for some way to turn back time and re-do these past two months so that I could be ready to dominate this half marathon and beat my time from January. As it is, I am praying that I can finish.
Send me your endurance vibes. They will NOT be wasted.
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