|Typical Monday pre-shift pep talk|
Sunday:4.5 miles with my dad. It was hot, it was hilly, and I was tired. I knew from the very first mile that my legs felt like they had bricks tied to them. Maybe this is because it was the first day after my 5k race? Who knows?
Wednesday:5 miles on Zionsville trail. It took George and I longer than we thought to get out the door. We ended our run at 85 degrees. I can't run in the heat, and I got SO frustrated with myself. It ended badly.
Thursday:4 miles on the treadmill. I was so sick of sucking in the heat, so I thought running on the treadmill would be a confidence boost. I'm always faster when I run on the treadmill because it's easier right? Wrong... my 4 mile time was pretty much the same as it is outside.
Saturday:9 miles with my dad. This run wasn't awful, but I know that I'm capable of so much more. This is the farthest I've ever run, so I should give myself a little credit. It was pretty warm and VERY humid. We did a 4.5 mile down and back on the Monon trail. I knew from the beginning that it was going to be a loonnnng 9 miles.
I tried a Lemon Lime Gu at the half way point. It was terrible. I had to chug water just to swallow it. Think lemon lime flavored snot. I will be sticking to the chewy things from now on. Check out my review of mid run energy snacks here.
So, as I'm running around mile 5 (my dad and I had split up at this point), I see a bunch of people pointing me towards the right fork of the trail. I'm tired, dehydrated, and the left fork was straight uphill and over a bridge. I go right. 20-30 people are yelling, "way to go!" and "almost there!"
*Emily's Mind: "Wow, really supportive runners on this trail!...... Wait, why is there a time clock?..... Do these people think I'm in some sort of race?......Am I winning? :)"
I run past the finish line, and across the street totally embarrassed. Now what? I climb up a little hill of rocks, shimmy under the guardrail, my legs are too tired to support me, and I fall flat on my face onto the trail. For those of you that don't know me, this kind of stuff happens to me all the time.
After I got up and acted like crawling onto the trail from a ravine below was no biggie, I kept on running. I got a second wind around 6.5 miles and quickly lost it at 7.5. The last mile and half was hot, and there was a mirage of chocolate milk always a quarter mile ahead of me.
This is the part where I got delirious and started talking to myself.
I was hurtin' for certain, and I was willing to try anything. I had read that some other runners have "mantras" that they repeat when they need an extra boost. Out of nowhere, I said somewhat quietly to myself (I don't want to look crazy out there), "You are strong, you can do this." It actually worked! Who knew? I'll definitely be busting that one out again.
9 miles, DONE! I'm ready for double digits!
When I got home, George and I hopped in the car for a 3 hour drive to a wedding. I wore my compression socks, Ugg slippers, and some dry clothes. George said that I "look redonkulous." I have no shame. I was also ravenously hungry and inhaled a six inch sub, chips, and a cookie. I heart Subway.
|Best iced tea and tuna sub of my life.|
|Sorry George, I love wearing tall heels :)|
So, I had a pretty great weekend, even if I was slightly disappointed in my run.
Next on the agenda, my really super exciting news... but I can't make it public yet. I really really can't wait to share it, and no... I'm not pregnant.
Hopefully, by the next time you hear from me, I will have found my running mojo.
What did you guys do this weekend? Have you ever lost your running mojo? If so, where did you find it?