Woah, we’re half way there, woah, training for a marathon
Won’t you lace up your shoes and we’ll run it, I swear
Woah, training for a marathon
Friends, the Daddy-O and I are halfway through our marathon training, and in less than 8 weeks we will be running 26.2 to the finish line! Woot, woot!
Now, it is difficult for me to summarize these last two weeks because whereas week 7 was epic for me in so many regards, week 8 was nearly the death of me.
Week 7 we had to run 4 miles- 6 miles- 4 miles- 12 miles.
I ran the four mile and six mile run without any problems. I substituted my last four mile run with a six mile walk the day before my long run. Best. Decision. Ever.
That 12 mile run was our best run yet! We were first of all flying, which is a big deal because the Daddy-O and I tend to run at a snails pace. Everything was proving to be in our favor that day- the weather was glorious… sunny and cool, we ran in the afternoon so it remained bright out, and I had new running shoes.
That afternoon I had gone to PR Running Store to buy myself some new running shoes since my old ones were causing me issues. When I told the woman that I would often have blood covering my socks after a long run, she nearly flipped. All that to say, I am in new shoes. Guess my old 9 1/2 size running shoes were far too small. Guess what size she put me in?
Do I need to spell that number out once more? 12! I did not even know that shoe size existed!
Anyways, it seemed only appropriate to run a 12 miler that evening in my brand new, size 12 Brooks running shoes.
Halfway through our run I turned to my dad and asked him how he was feeling. When he said “great,” I nodded my head in agreement. He speculated the reason as to why we were so strong was because of the weather, I was sure it had to be because we went for a 6 mile walk the day before. Whatever the reason, I loved how I felt that day and wish every run was as great as that one.
Fast forward a week…
Week 8 was the worst. The lineup for this past week was 4 miles- 6 miles- 4 miles- 14 miles.
I did a five mile run on Tuesday, a six mile walk on Thursday, and then the 14 mile run on Saturday.
There are no words as to how miserable I was during the long run. From the start, I had a negative attitude- I had NO desire to run a half marathon (and some) that afternoon. But when you make a commitment, you stick to it… so we went out on the W&OD to nail out that run of ours. My legs were tight from beginning to end… they never seemed to warm up for me. And at mile seven, it began pouring rain. And it rained and rained for the last seven miles of our run. I also had my glasses on (biggest.mistake.ever) so I was blind for the better half of our run as my glasses were steamy and covered in water.
Two positives of that run? I have begun listening to an audio book, Unbroken about a young man serving in WWII and I am loving it. I could have continued running just to listen to the book.
Second positive was around mile 11 when I ran by two young girls who were running in the opposite direction. Well, I assume they were young. And I also am assuming that I did not know them. The rain was so bad at that point that I just put my glasses on my head, so I was blind as a bat… ha! But when I jogged by them, they started cheering and clapping. It was immensely encouraging!
Upon completion of the fourteener, I went home… showered… put on my PJ’s and retired for the evening. Everything ached. A friend texted asking me how my training was going, and I told him that my 14-miler nearly did me in. He reminded me of an epic t-shirt that I have always loved wearing that says “pain is weakness leaving the body.” I told him I am throwing that t-shirt away because I no longer believe it, ha!
Thankfully, the following day we were feeling a lot better and managed to get a four mile run in with the Mammacita. And it was great. ;)