20 Days and Counting…

…until I attempt my second marathon. Since my training has been completely lackluster and sporadic at best it’s going to be a very slow run. This past weekend, I was able to get in 17.2 miles in about 3 hours and 30 minutes. I split up my mileage since my mental toughness just isn’t there. So I was shooting for 15-20 miles with 20 miles being what I was suppose to do. Thinking that if I got anywhere within those 15-20 miles, I would be a happy camper.

So, after much contemplation, I started out on my 7.75 mile run to a local OrangeTheory Fitness. (If you haven’t checked them out, I highly recommend them). The entire time I was running to this class, I was cursing my plan. It felt like forever to run those 7.75 miles. I ran on a local trail and the entire way down there, then hopped off to go enjoy an Orange class that totally kicked my butt. Yesterday afternoon, I was starting to feel the delayed onset muscles soreness. Oh geez, I look like an old lady trying to stand up and walk again.

After class, where I ran 1.7ish miles on an incline (killed my legs), I headed back to the trail to run home. I was so sore, and felt like I was going to struggle the entire way home. About 1-2 miles into my run, more like 2, I stopped at a bridge and just sat down. Doubt really started to creep in and I really started to wonder what I got myself into. I sat there for a minute and had a GU (Salted Watermelon, YUM) and a kind biker came by and asked if I was ok. I didn’t think I looked that bad, but I’m sure glad that he asked. So after a few minutes, I continued on my way and made it a few more miles down the road before I stopped again. I sat on this bench that’s along the trail. I only had a few miles left to go, but mentally needed a break. I was walking more on the way back than what I wanted but the miles still needed to be done and miles are still miles. 🙂 So I ate my last Salted Watermelon GU, sat on the bench and responded to some texts that had come in while I was running. And after another few minutes, I started on my way again. My legs were feeling tired but good and I was able to keep myself going. I made it up a huge hill, and then sat down again (I know, I know, I won’t be able to stop during the marathon).

But I made it home…it only took me 13 more minutes on the trip home (stops don’t count). So in all, it totally worked and I did get those 17 miles in. I accomplished my goal of trying to get 15-20 miles. It was slow, but I got those darn miles. I feel like I’m more confident in getting those miles completed on 1 November in NYC. I may attempt another long run this weekend to shoot for 20 miles total. But that has yet to be seen.

I can’t believe that I’m this close to running my second marathon. EEK!

Hope you all had a great weekend!

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