Shoot me now. \u00a0I mean it! \u00a0Just shoot me now!<\/p>\n
Holy Cow today’s run was THE ugliest run I have ever had. \u00a0Seeing as I’ve had a few people ask about it, I’ll tell you about it. \u00a0It probably won’t seem all that awful once I’ve shared but trust me, it wasn’t fun.<\/p>\n
Yesterday I ate carefully, carbs and all. \u00a0I fueled like I always do the day before a long run. \u00a0I put away over 3000 calories yesterday expecting the scales to be up a pound or (hopefully) two before I headed out. \u00a0My goal for today was 30 miles.<\/p>\n
I didn’t fuel any differently than I have in the past. \u00a0I’ve learned that I need the extra “insulation” on me to have a successful long run. \u00a0I know about “race weight” and all that, but to be honest, I do better with a few extra pounds at the start. \u00a0It’s gone by the end of the run. \u00a0I burn right through it, so I ate like I always have before long run, expecting all to be peachy.<\/p>\n
This morning, I stood on the scale and discovered that with all my fueling, I was actually DOWN two pounds! \u00a0This wasn’t good. \u00a0I ate a little bit more for breakfast than usual, loaded up my hydration vest and hit the road.<\/p>\n
Mile two. I had to make an abrupt trek back to the house. \u00a0Intestinal difficulties. \u00a0That’s not good. \u00a0Having this so early in the game!?! \u00a0I utilized the little girls room and headed for my stash of Immodium.<\/p>\n
Couldn’t find my Immodium!!! \u00a0Where was it!?!<\/p>\n
I tore the house apart. \u00a0I had used it at the Mississippi Blues Marathon. \u00a0It was a brand new bottle! \u00a0Nothing for it. \u00a0I searched close to 15 minutes and it was nowhere. \u00a0I thought back and a couple of my friends had borrowed some on race day. \u00a0I’m guessing it was at their house. \u00a0RATS!<\/p>\n
Nothing I could do! \u00a0I headed back out the door and for the rest of my 26.40 miles today, I was ducking behind trees and bushes. \u00a0NOT. FUN.<\/p>\n
As I headed back out, it was raining. \u00a0It was 37* and raining. \u00a0It rained until close to mile 15. \u00a0Running in the rain really doesn’t bother me. \u00a0It’s the cold that settles in my bones that makes it difficult. \u00a0I just kept putting one foot in front of the other.<\/p>\n
I was fueling properly and hydrating well but I was really struggling. \u00a0I found myself crying as I was running. \u00a0I never thought about stopping, I was just kind of weepy. \u00a0This was very out of character for me.<\/p>\n
Made it to mile 19 and I needed to stop by the house and re-supply my hydration vest. \u00a0This was a planned stop. \u00a0No surprises that I had to make a pass by the house.<\/p>\n
I went up to the front door and tried to turn the handle. \u00a0I was wearing gloves. \u00a0My gloves were wet from the rain and slipped on the handle. \u00a0I couldn’t open the door. \u00a0I took off my gloves and tried again. \u00a0My hands were wet from wearing the gloves and I still couldn’t open the door.<\/p>\n
That was the straw that broke the camels back. \u00a0I just didn’t have what it took to mess with that silly door handle so I rang the doorbell. \u00a0Of course Paxton went bonkers but MFH (My Favorite Husband) was there in a jiffy and opened the door for me.<\/p>\n
I came into the house, sat myself down in the kitchen and cried. \u00a0While I cried, MFH refilled my water bottles and made sure I ate and drank something. \u00a0He asked me what mile I was on and then hustled me out the door.<\/p>\n
I ran another loop on Robinson Road. \u00a0It was mile 25 and I was heading down my street again when I saw MFH! \u00a0His Iowa Cyclones cap was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! \u00a0I was so happy to see him!!!<\/p>\n
We met about a half mile from the house and I asked for his help. \u00a0My legs were swelling pretty bad and my compression sleeves were pinching my Achilles tendon on my left leg. \u00a0I knew that wasn’t good and I wanted those sleeves off for the last few miles.<\/p>\n
I wear Zensah compression sleeves and they are awesome! \u00a0I like to wear their Ultra compression sleeves when I’m running because they are a tighter fit. \u00a0Because they are a tighter fit, I need help getting them off.<\/p>\n
When I met MFH, I asked him to peel my legs. \u00a0That meant, “Please take off these compression sleeves.” \u00a0He had me lean up again a tree and started to take off the sleeves. \u00a0He asked me what mile I was on.<\/p>\n
After he had taken off the sleeves, he said that he thought that I shouldn’t go past the assigned 26.2 miles today. \u00a0He thought that I was too tired to go to 30 miles.<\/p>\n
He was right.<\/p>\n
MFH has never, EVER pulled the plug on one of my training runs before. \u00a0He KNOWS that I respect it when he suggests something when I’m running, so when my Garmin said 26 miles, I turned around and headed back to the house.<\/p>\n
Today’s total miles was 26.40 miles.<\/p>\n
I know that these miles, as hard as they were, will pay off in a big way come race day on March 5 but holy cow they were hard!<\/p>\n
MFH is the absolute best! \u00a0I am so thankful for all he does to encourage me with my running and his wisdom in knowing when it is time to call it a day.<\/p>\n
Today has been a day of warm fuzzy PJ’s to running clothes back to warm fuzzy PJ’s. \u00a0*with a shower between the last two.* \u00a0#imtoast<\/p>\n
Tomorrow? \u00a0Scheduled 10 mile recovery run. \u00a0#IRun4Aiden<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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