Monday – 3.5 horrible miles
Friday night I thought I thought I was properly preparing for our long run Saturday morning. Ryan thought a carbo loading dinner of pasta was a good thing to have because that is what we will be eating the night before the marathon.
Saturday I woke up and was ready to have an incredible run, but it just didn’t happen. My legs felt sore on the first 4 to 5 miles and once the Advil kicked in I had no leg pain, but I couldn’t get into my running groove. I must have looked bad while running because a biker passed me and said “you know biking is so much easier”. That was the first time I wanted to cry. I got done and I was so disappointed that I wanted to burst into tears. I am unsure why, but once I turned 40 I became a crier. I don’t just cry when I am sad but also when I see something inspiring (I have been a mess watching the Olympics) and also when I am frustrated/disappointed. I wanted this to be another great run, but it wasn’t.
I was convinced this morning would be a perfect short run after my rest day but my calf started cramping at mile 1…I walked it out and I was able to start running after a while, but we shortened our route and that made me want to cry (and scream). I need to learn how to cope with bad runs, because it is only going to get more challenging over the next 12 weeks. I need to listen to Desiree regarding her marathon experience..
“If I came here and I just moped and left right away and didn’t take anything away from it, that would be a huge mistake. So I’m gonna use this as a learning experience.” – Desiree Davila
I saw this kid from London Ohio interviewed on our local news this weekend. He said he was approached by his principal who told him Nike was looking for a heavy-set child to be in their commercial. His mom was also interviewed and said she was so proud of him. Yes, I cried when I watched it….