That title sounds a little deceiving. Not that type of 2 weeks late… this post is two weeks late. Two weeks ago I came back from vacation to face an 18 mile run. Needless to say things did not go so well.
On vacation there was a lot of eating out and plenty of sweets in Disneyland. There were also some modifications to my training. Never going longer, just shorter. So when I got back and had to do a long run the next day I knew there was the potential for things to go pretty bad.
I decided on an out and back 3 miles each way, that was going to repeat 3 times for a total of 18 miles. I was trying out my new hydration belt and wanted to make sure that I was never more than 3 miles from my car, water and a potty. The first out and back (6 miles) went perfect. For the next 6 miles I strapped on my fuel belt and took off.
As I said before my fuel belt was new so earlier that day at work I had washed the containers with soapy water and rinsed them out. Well apparently I hadn’t rinsed them well enough because when I took that first sip of water all I could taste was dish soap! I was so thirsty that I ended up drinking it anyway. Well when I got to the turn around my stomach started turning. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the sudsy water was about to give me runners trots (a new experience for me). Thank goodness I was able to make it to my “base” and use a bathroom and rinse out my containers.
This brings me up to mile 12. Miles 12-14 were fine. I was about half way into mile 14 when I started loosing steam fast. I walked for a little bit and then ran about another mile before walking again. Some how I started to run, but only got to mile 17 before I had to walk the last mile back to my car. I hit mile 18 about 200 feet from my car and stopped the Garmin. But then I totally cramped up. Like couldn’t even walk. Every muscle in my legs were revolting. For a few minutes I was unsure if I was going to make it to the car. There is a You Tube video out there of the end of an Iron Man, and these people are at the finish line but cant get across… that was totally how I felt.
Anyway I got to my car and called Ben and started crying. It was horrible. Since then I have done a 14 mile run just fine. This weeks long run is 20 miles. I already feel more prepared for it than I did for the 18.
It’s hard not to feel defeated. But I try to remind myself that bad runs happen to everyone! Here is the video that I was talking about above. It’s not that funny to watch when you know how they feel.