One of the speakers was talking about the enormous level of dedication it takes to run a marathon. He then said three words that really resonated with me at the time, and re-resonated with me again last night. What he said was, "Respect the distance."
I got upstairs and actually made it through about 5 minutes before I did start crying. My last bump in distance, a 15-miler two weeks ago, had felt relatively easy. As a result, I had felt pretty confident going into my 16.5-miler. But the 16.5 miles ended up being a lot more challenging than anticipated.
I have no idea how I am going to add almost 10 miles to this. I have an 18-miler coming up in two weeks, then a 20-miler in another two weeks. Forget running 26.2 miles, my next two training runs seem pretty daunting right now, too.
What have I gotten myself into?!?!?
Why am I doing this?!?!?
What was I thinking?!?!?
(These are edited versions. What I am actually thinking is actually much stronger.)
My first thought last night was that maybe I could spend the rest of my waking life buried under the blankets of my bed, curled up in the fetal position. Thankfully, Amanda is a mind reader. A few weeks ago she dictated the file folder in my head entitled "Marathon training" and wrote this very reassuring post.
You better believe I was reading and rereading that post again last night.
I know that I should be happy about achieving another personal distance record without having to do any crawling. And at some point I will be. But right now, it goes without saying that I am feeling very humbled by the challenges of training.
How could anyone NOT respect this distance?
Some other notes from last night's run:
- I am auditioning two pairs of shoes for the big day - a pair of Mizuno Wave Rider 15s and a pair of Brooks Glycerin 8s. I wore the Mizunos for a 12-miler last weekend and they felt good. (I did get some blistering on my big toes, but I have some Moleskin blister dressings which would help.) Last night, I wore the Brooks. There was no comparison. The Brooks are not supportive enough for me. My feet felt tired and achy fairly early on and I was wishing that I had compression socks (not just compression sleeves). The Mizunos are the clear winner between the two.
- I did put BodyGlide on, but it started to lose its effectiveness towards the end. I'll need to experiment with either using more of it at the start, or carrying some with me so I can reapply it.
- Since my schedule has been such a complete disaster over the few weeks, I've been pretty lax AGAIN about doing my physical therapy. Not good. This was made even more obvious to me as I started feeling some unsettling groin tightness towards the end of last night's run. While groin tightness isn't completely new to me (I have experienced it here and there in the past), now would be a really, really bad time for it to start becoming a recurring issue.
- I threw some food into my slow cooker before I left on my run. It was very comforting to come home to the aroma of a freshly-cooked dish waiting for me. Slow cookers are the greatest culinary invention known to human kind.
- The Bears played a preseason game at Soldier Field last night (Adam even went to the game). It was easy to tell that there was a game going on - I saw folks all over the city wearing their Bears attire. I ran past the stadium and thoroughly enjoyed seeing all the happy tailgaters enjoying themselves on a gorgeous summer evening. I was blown away by how so many folks go ALL OUT with their setups. It must be like a religion to some!
|Chicago Bears fans tailgating|
(Adam would reprimand me in principal for putting up a picture of Bears tailgating but not one of Steelers tailgating. So here you go.)
|Pittsburgh Steelers fans tailgating|
Happy Sunday to everyone. I hope you all enjoy a wonderful, relaxing rest of the weekend (free of training doubts as well as any aches/pains)!