Almost a week and I haven't posted anything. My bad. Let's start from last Thursday...
Thursday, November 4
The long run day. Today was my first double digit run- 10 miles!!!! Unfortunately, I awoke to the sound of rain. I don't mind the rain so much, but it was cold and raining (I will no longer complain about the 40s unless there is rain along with it). This was truly one of those days that had I not already registered for the race, I would have just gone back to bed. Got geared up and went out the door. Met my running partner and we were off. Within 3 minutes we were soaked. And we were the only ones on the trail too (the parking lot was empty, the soccer field was empty, we did see a turkey thought...). About half way through, we saw the only other crazy runners on the trail, two very chatty women who seemed happy as clams to be out in this weather. But the thing we noticed is they had rain jackets on! What a novel idea! I might not be new to running, but I'm new to running gear (until now, I would just go back to bed when it was cold/hot/raining/snowing). Note to self: get rain jacket.
We got to the 5 mile mark and turned around... passed the running chicks again, and trekked onward. By mile 8 or so, I couldn't lie to myself anymore: I was completely miserable. Soaked to the bone, cold, and you could even hear "squuuuuiiiish" as my feet hit the pavement. And... to add insult to injury, the weather just continued to get colder until (gasp!) I could see my breath! That's a sure sign of too-coldness. I suppose to technical term would be "cold front."
Finally we turned that corner that signaled there was only a quarter mile left. Not wanting to be out any longer than needed, I sprinted to the car and turned the heater on. Stretching, I decided, could wait until after I got home and showered.
So to recap: 2 hours of being wet = 10 miles.
Monday, November 8
Spent the weekend out of town with some old friends. Normal eating and sleeping went out the window, so of course when I got out to do my "medium" run, I felt like death warmed over. I spent the majority of the day before driving back to Charlotte, didn't eat dinner or anything remotely healthy. And what you put in is what you get out. After mile 3 I really just wanted to quit, things were going very poorly. I was winded, fatigued, and mentally not with it. But then I thought, "will I be more mad at myself for quitting, or for finishing this run slower than normal?"
Some might call it motivation, but anyone who knows me well knows it's my stubbornness. I just can't say I'm going to do something and then not do it. So onward I went, past my car, for a second (and then third) loop around the Trail of Hills/Death. When all was said and done, I had finished close to 8 miles (in 1:27) and a mind made up to eat salad continuously for the next 5 weeks.
I think that about recaps the week. I'm going to get out and do at least 4 this morning, but there's this snoring, cuddly dog on my lap and a half pot of coffee that are beckoning me to stay... so maybe one more cup before I hit the door.