13 mother loving miles.
When I first decided a half was my goal, I didn't spend a lot of time looking at training plans. Hannah told me that the Nike app had a new "coach" feature that allowed you to pick your experience level (I obviously picked the most beginner one I could) and when your race was and it will tell you what to do. I like to be told exactly what to do, so I was sold.
This bitch of an app has already had me run 10, 11 and 12 miles. Today was 13.
Now that I've had time to look at other plans, I see that hardly any of them actually have you run 13 before race day.
But I did it and it's done. Now next week is my taper week, and the next week is RACE WEEK.
All week I have been nervous about this run. My 12 mile run last week hurt, but it wasn't terrible. I was sore for a few hours after and I iced my knees that night, but I felt good the next day. I even ran a short distance. I was nervous about doing 13...a half...because if it went well, I felt like I would be over confident about the actual half on the 26th.
Well, I don't need to worry about that.
Today's run fucking sucked. It just sucked.
During my runs, I have a few mantras that I repeat to keep myself going.
"Just keep moving."
"Get out of your head."
Today, I added one more.
Yep. I had to bribe myself with a fountain soda to finish this bitch.
So after my run (and after I pretty much laid on the concrete next to my car trying to stretch before sitting down to drive) I stopped at Casey's (duh) to get my fountain soda treat.
Standing at the soda machine, I got that familiar feeling. I was gonna pass out. I bolted into the bathroom, wetted some paper towels...and laid down on the floor.
Yep. That's how I roll when I think I'm gonna pass out.
I managed to collect myself, pay for my treats (I also got a chocolate milk) and drive home.
So...it didn't go well, and I felt like complete shit afterwards.
But it's done. And now, 90 minutes later, I have a runner's high.