The miles, that is.
Somehow, as you all know, I survived running 22 miles on Sunday.
It’s kind of a wordy post, so I tried to add as many pics as possible (even though I hardly took any on my run) and a little tune for you I’m liking weird music these days, don’t judge.
I would love to say that it was easy peasy, but it was a little more challenging than runnning 18 miles, for obvious reasons.
Like the last long run, I had a small cup of coffee in the afternoon, 3 cliff shot bloks before I left, and I packed an entire cliff bar as well as GU gel.
I started eating my cliff bar about 30 minutes into my run and every 15-20 min following that. Again, I just sucked on pieces until they basically turned into mush It’s not appealing but it works! I saved the GU gel for the last 3.5 miles of my run. I didn’t bring water but there are loads of water fountains along my route so I stopped at every single one to take sips.
So, the first 11 miles of my run were AWESOME. I felt great, I was enjoying the run, it wasn’t too hot out, it was raining a little so I loved that, and I felt like I could run forever.
I’m not sure if it’s a mental thing or the fact that I had been running for a while, but at the turn around point is where things started to go a little downhill. I was starting to feel a little tired and my legs started to feel a little achy. There would be moments where I would feel terrible – tired, fatigued, and my mind was being a mental animal – and then I would get winds where I would feel great! It’s like a back and forth game of feeling awesome, and then crappy, and awesome, and crappy again. Very weird.
I guess I should also mention that the 2 days before my run I did a circuit workout and yoga on Saturday. This might not be a big deal for most, but I haven’t done either in ages so I was SORE to begin with.
Loved yoga on Saturday though, Hailey (centre) is one of my friends and she is an instructor so it was freeeeee! Win, win, I had to do it!
Anywho, getting sidetracked…..
Around mile 13 (ish?) I stopped and took a picture because it was so preeettttyyy out. In retrospect, that was a BAD idea. Stopping wasn’t the problem, but getting going was. Legs were achy so the first few strides of getting started again were painful to say the least!
At mile 17, I stopped again, whipped out my GU, drank some water, and took a really pretty picture of myself
Managed to get the legs going again (after dropping a few swear words and cringing) and by this time it was getting dark. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t freak me out a little. Most of the area is pretty well lit, but there are certain parts where there is no lighting at all and things get a little eerie. I guess it just makes me run a little faster
I would say miles 18-22 were deadly. It wasn’t my legs or my mind playing mental games with me, but it was my stomach. CRAZY cramp on my right side the whole time. And it wasn’t one of those that are generally lower on your body that you can regulate by slowing your pace and by breathing deeper. It was one of those really juicy ones right at the top of your ribs where it feels like someone is stabbing you. Every breath hurts. I can’t even explain it properly. Ever had one of those bad boys? KILLER.
I would like to blame the GU gel for the cramp, but I am really not sure. I’ve had issues with GU’s before and I generally don’t take them but I figured considering I got a bunch free from work, I need to use ‘em up! I’ve also gotten those kind of cramps before without taking a GU or anything else, so I really don’t know.
Either way, pushed through it and survived! And I can assure you my pace is only at 9:34 because I knew I was close to home
When I walked through the door, the bro had made dinner (which is not unusual of course) and he made bean burritos. It’s like he read my mind. I put one together post shower and I literally felt like a Tarahumara
It’s a pretty cool feeling knowing that you just finished running 22 miles. It’s even better knowing it was exactly a year to the day that you finished your very first half marathon, and 1.5 years ago you were running no more than 6 miles and thought it was SUCH A LONG RUN.
To be honest, I never thought I could run that far. Even 6 months ago I would never even consider running more than 13.1 miles. The thought of signing up for a marathon didn’t even cross my mind. It was just something I never wanted to do, mainly because it’s daunting but also because I was afraid of failure. I don’t have a runners body, I haven’t been running all my life (I only started about 3 years ago), I have a bad knee, and welp, there is a lot of self-doubt that runs through your mind when your thinking about increasing mileage. So if you are like me and tell yourself all these things, stop that. That’s a whole lot of bullshit and you can do it.
And surprisingly enough, I wasn’t too sore yesterday (what the?!). My calves were a little achy and so were my thighs but other than that I am good! Wahoo!
Let me just say, if I can run 22 miles, YOU can run 22 miles. Although it is kinda rough sometimes, it’s pretty neat. As much as I don’t want to admit it, it’s even just testing your body and seeing what it’s capable of AND it’s flipping liberating! I know I need to keep it safe and not over do it by any means but keep the miles coming!