Yeah, that hurt! Had all sorts of little issues, from side stitches, tight legs, rocks in shoes, oh yeah, and did I mention the side stiches?  It all just made it that much more painful and I just wanted to quit. I did end up having to walk some…about 1/4 mile @ around mile 10 and again @ mile 13. I also had to stop to get the rocks out of my shoes. I kept at it and almost 3 hours later I was done - yeah, I know, definitely not the best time.  You bet I had my Kryptonite today - in moderation, of course, along with some chops - ummmm, I love pork chops!Â
Daily Archive for February 18th, 2007
Self-abuse Marathon
Short of accident or hypnosis, self-abuse is logically impossible.
-Doc Webster
Yes, I like quote from Callahan’s.
I ran my 15 mile training run today…Sally, her 19. We did out last 12 together along with DAWG. It was a battle, especially toward the end. As Sally mentioned earlier, a co-worker of mine and our friend, joined us for the last leg of the run. It was a great benefit to both of us. This was my longest run ever to date. And having Sally there helped a great deal. But we were both tired and had little–in my view–to contribute to the other’s run toward the end. The infusion of energy for the last bit was great and helped to pull us through. I don’t know how anyone does this alone. They’re a special kind of person, in my opinion. (For the uninitiated this applies to Toots & Sally.)
During the run I kept having memories of someone from my childhood running though my mind—this has sent me on a mission.
And now, the next installment of my mutilation of How to run 50 marathons in 50 days.Today, I”m jumping ahead to the last in this series. Because I find it strikingly apt–in all the wrong ways.
I’ve been holding off on this one because I do not feel it quite yet…I think I will need this one in the next month.
“This is a cash and carry world; pay as you go. Sometimes you only have to pay a little, mostly it’s a lot. Once in a while, it’s all you have.”
19 today. Lumpy’s co-worker, and our friend, met us for the last 3.5-4-ish miles and boy, did I need her. I did 7 alone, came home to meet The Lump, get The Guinn, then we headed out to do 12 together. If I’m completely honest here, I didn’t even want to finish once I came back home. I had a so-so 7 by myself, and I knew that 19 would not feel any better. I am feeling up and down about this run. At one point, I had to stop Lumpy so I could take a moment to think and I told myself that I was most likely the only woman in Minnesota, and possibly most of the United States who was doing what she was doing right at that moment, and that helped get me to the next hydration/stretching/oh my God, I’m dying point. Then we had The Co-worker to look for and to meet, and that saved the rest of my day. She saved me from sobbing in pain, she saved me from giving up and asking if I could just take her car and meet them at the end, and she saved me from thinking I JUST COULD NOT DO ANYMORE. I’m at the point in the training where I know what is coming, and I know that it’s ugly. I dread this point in the training, even as I look forward to the power it gives me and the things I inevitably learn about myself. I am tired. And I ache.
I just realized I never wrote about my shorter runs (3 & 4 miler) this week. Well, that’s because they were uneventful, short, to the point, & on the treadmill. My short runs (Tues/Thurs) now happen to fall on Miguel’s soccer practice nights and I’m still trying to figure out how to work them in. I guess I could run during his soccer practices like before but since we’ve moved to new soccer fields, I have to re-calculate the area to figure out my running distances…. Anyway…I’d rather not. Had a long day at work today so I decided to postpone my longrun until tomorrow (Sunday). It’s late, good night.
