My 14 miler yesterday pretty much stunk.
I had planned on running while we were up in the Adirondacks, but we went up a day late, and basically didn't have enough time to fit it in. We spent the whole day Friday at the water park, hauling tubes up hills, climbing steps to the rides, and being thrown around by water. By the end of the day I was wiped out, and for some reason my knee was hurting, but I was happy we were able to finally make the trip before school started.
Here we are on the train ride:
Saturday we needed to head home, we had shopping and cleaning to do for the annual birthday party we throw in August for Eliza, Mike, and his Dad. This year we added my mom in law to the mix, as well as Mike's cousin. We had a lot of cake....
Back to my run. We left the ADK around lunchtime, it was very weird, it was so quiet on the lake for a Saturday in August. The state closed the campgrounds near my mom and dad in law's place, because of Hurricane Irene. We're four hours north of NYC, but strong winds and rain were expected, so they were being on the safe side I guess.
We didn't eat before starting the drive, so I didn't fuel up as well as I should have before a 14 mile run, I had nuun, water, two Little Debbie peanut butter wafer bars, and goldfish crackers. Stupid Stupid. By the time we got home and unpacked, it was after three o'clock, but I set off in the 81 degree heat, it was humid to boot.
I really wasn't in the mood to run.
I made it about a mile, and was still in my neighborhood, when I saw what looked like a body on the side of the road. As I got closer, I realized it was a huge deer. Which annoyed me, obviously someone had hit it, and just left it there.
I got out on the main road, with the sun right overhead, and found my pace. A cyclist passed by me, and gave me the high sign. I was okay for a while, but was feeling the heat, so I looked at G-unit, and had barely gone four miles. WTF? I can bang out six miles no sweat, but at this point, I was already dragging.
So I put on my ipod, didn't help.
Had a GU, didn't help.
Tried paying attention to my surroundings, didn't help.
Thought of all my fellow runners who are injured, and how much they would love to be running right now, didn't help.
Thought of my family and friends in NYC and Long Island, and the hurricane, didn't help.
Started to think about my blog. Thought about how lately, I feel like I'm censoring myself a bit. How I don't think people want to read about the things I think about, and worry about, on a daily basis, so I don't go there. How I wrote a long email to my BFF Jennifer, and after I sent it, realized that could have been a whole blog post.
Thought of how this run really sucked, and that my head was not in it.
Thought of Yo Gabba Gabba, and their song "Don't Stop Don't Give Up." Didn't work.
Thought of the marathon, and all my family and friends who are going to come and watch me run by and give them a high five. Didn't help.
Thought of how great it's going to feel to run through all those NYC Streets that I know so well. Didn't help.
Thought about 9/11, and how I'm not ready for the 10th Anniversary coverage to start. Didn't help.
Thought of Julia, and my friend J's husband, and my friend L, and how they live with Neurofibromatosis. Didn't help.
At mile 8.5, called Mike, and asked him to come get me, so I could finish the run in the comfort of my basement treadmill.
Felt like a failure.
Got moving again, felt a second wind, probably because I knew I was going home. Was trudging along, when a white Honda came towards me, with my friend Norine hanging out the car window to give me a high five. She was coming home from playing golf, and if Mike weren't on his way to get me, I swear I would have climbed right into her back seat.
Then Mike and the kids came along, I got in his car, got home, went down to the basement, banged out the last 5 miles while watching Rachel Zoe's show on Bravo. Have no idea what it's called, I have no real interest in fashion, but I got sucked in.
Then I was done.
Then I remembered that it's okay to have a sucky run once in a while.
Because that's why they call it training.