To say I was a little worried about today’s run would be an understatement. I KNEW I could run 20 miles, but any mile after that seems daunting. I can’t believe I just wrote those words. Like running anything PRIOR to 20 miles isn’t daunting? Who am I?
We started at 4am and it was just my regular crew – David (pace lead), Mark (training for the Philly marathon), and me. My running buddy, Becky, has been out for the past month and a half with a back injury 🙁 The run alternated between going by super fast and super slow. I swear there was no in between today.
The first 3 miles just flew by. I was feeling good and we were all chatty. Alternatively, miles 4-8 just crept by. David and Mark were talking about cars, politics, and real estate and I wanted to punch myself in the face. Or them. Mark temporary left us to find a porta-potty (thankfully, they are abundant in Winter Park, with everyone making their huge houses even bigger) and the next 3 miles flew by again. We ended up at Isle of Siciliy and I had no recollection of how we got there. I just know that it’s one of my FAVORITE places to run to/around.
I’m sure you would agree!
So pretty! (thank you Google Maps)
We met Mark at one of the water stations and continued trudging along. I was focused on conserving my energy, since I knew I would be running at least 3 miles by myself, and was lagging behind the 2 guys running at a 10 minute pace (I was averaging 10:30), but at Mile 12 it REALLY caught up with Mark and he was hurting so I hung back and ran with him for a few miles. IT WAS SO HARD. Going slower made me aware of how much everything hurt. My hamstrings hurt, my feet hurt, and my ankles were NOT happy with me. By the time we hit 16 though, we were ready to pick up the pace a little and even though there were a bunch of hills, 16-20 really sped by.
We hit 20 at “home base”, so I grabbed my iPod, said goodbye to the guys, and set out for 3 miles on my own. Even though I was feeling these miles (pretty much EVERYWHERE), I was able to push it and run at my marathon race pace (which is 10-10:18 minutes/per mile). I ended up finishing in 4:12 – which is not too shabby for someone who is aiming for a 4:30 marathon! I figure race adrenaline will take me a long way!
Once I was done my hamstrings started cramping up. OUCH!! It didn’t help that I was standing in line at Panera, behind this family who was talking in baby talk to their 4 year old – and the took about a millenium to order. OMG people. If you can decide let the sweaty runner girl order in front of you! Good thing the Egg & Cheese Panini is the PERFECT post-run breakfast. Along with this baby.
I am now iced, showered, and ibuprofened — and have pretty much decided not to move from the couch/bed for several hours.
That said, I feel very confident about my marathon. I may not hit my 4:30 goal (still going for it though!) but I feel like I am DEFINITELY going to finish strong. Well, as strong as you can when you’re trying not to die 🙂
So, bring on the taper. Phantom pains and all!! I am READY to become a marathoner!