This week’s run called for another 14 miler. And it was a tough one.
I knew at mile 1 that is wasn’t going to be the best run ever. My legs were tired. My body was tired. I was mentally exhausted.
The first 7 miles weren’t bad. We were keeping on our goal marathon pace, having some pretty good conversation and the weather was great! I even took off my jacket.
Getting from mile 7 to mile 8 SUCKED ROYALLY! I mean, absolutely horrible. The wind started picking up, the sun went behind the clouds and it was uphill. I had to put on my jacket and was on the verge of tears. OK, let’s be honest, I did shed tears at mile 12 because I just didn’t want to do it anymore.
I really, really wanted to feel like the runner Mel Gibson and Helen Hunt describe in What Women Want, but I felt like the wind was literally pushing me down. And poor, poor Hubby. He was trying to be encouraging and telling me that I was doing a good job. But I wasn’t having it. I just wanted to be by myself in my misery. And my misery did not want company.
I even tried to say positive mantras to myself:
-Pain is just weakness leaving the body. BULL SHIT FLAG. I was in so much pain that the “weakness” wasn’t leaving fast enough.
-You’re better than everyone who’s still on the couch. WELL….I want to be ON THE COUCH!
-Just do it. I guess, that one worked a little bit. I just kept putting one foot in front of the other.
When it was all over, I cried because I was so thankful. I didn’t even save the run on my watch. I didn’t even look at pace for the last 5 miles. I wanted to pretend that this never happened.
Now that I’ve had a day to think about it and reflect, here’s what I learned from my worst run yet in marathon training:
You’re stronger than you think you are. I truly believed that I couldn’t continue. I thought about where I could sit on the side of the road and wait for Hubby to pick me up. But, I kept moving forward. I kept putting one foot in front of the other.
You never regret a work out or a run. I definitely do not regret running. I definitely do not regret burning almost 3,000 calories on Sunday. That’s a huge win!
Running during the week is a good thing. It was a long week and I didn’t even venture to the gym or put on my running shoes until Thursday. And I felt it. I was in pain from just not doing anything during the week. My goal for this week is do some kind of running, walking, biking, something aerobic every day.
Having a running partner is the only way to get through it. I am lucky enough that my running partner is also my life partner. Even though I wasn’t about to hear his words of encouragement, he knew that I needed to hear them and kept telling me how great I was. Looking back, I love him even more for doing this.
Am I glad I kept going? Yes. Am I also glad that run is behind me and I can only go forward. Hell yes.
Have you ever had a bad run? How did you combat it?
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