Each Tuesday I’ll be sharing marathon training wrap-ups, so if you’re into this sorta thing, these will be the days! Also make sure to follow #RunnarounddMarathons on social feeds for more sweat.
This just in: I’m STILL SORE.
Ready to hear about my long run? That’s what these training recaps are turning into: long emotional stories about even longer runs. Of course I do shorter runs during the week, but these are the distances that I’m damn proud of. They sort of defy the odds.
Sunday’s 17-miler was a huge test. I had to say mean things to myself just to get out the door. I was scared. It was the farthest I’d ever gone and the worst I’d ever felt.
My mind got negative around mile 8, my legs started to really feel the miles around 13, I overheated at 15, and when I finally hit 17, I collapsed on the pavement, completely overwhelmed and so over that run.
The only reason I didn’t hit force quit was because R biked in front of me almost the entire way. Bless him.
He handed me water when I needed it, held my fuel belt, and tore open my Shot Bloks, and nabbed a few photos (I’ve trained him well). He also didn’t let me quit, which I’m so grateful for.
In great news: Yesterday morning I got Botox injections straight to the nerves above my right butt cheek. FINALLY. If it works I should start to feel the effects in about three weeks. By nature, I’m not a patient person so you can imagine how I’m feeling about that.
In not-so-great news: I’m feeling some pain in my left quad and IT band. <– SO not good. I had trouble with both IT bands in college and it kept me out of running for awhile. I’ve made it a goal this week to roll and stretch every single day in hopes that it doesn’t get worse.
I think that’s all I’ve got. Seventeen miles. MAN.
We’re doing it.