and more like this:
Ok, so I totally mean that figuratively, not literally, don't worry. But allow me to elaborate.
You see, I was feeling awesome. We decided to take our long run this week at a trail we'd never run on before. Well, we've had two races there, but no training run or anything. We trekked to the Riverwalk Trail in Danville, VA, about an hour east of where we live. This trail was exciting and new, not to mention FLAT in comparison to our normal Dick and Willie trail. I was so excited! We took off and it was beautiful weather, cloudy and in the 60s. It was a perfect morning for a long run.
|Mile 3, feeling STRONG|
|Smushy gushy PB&J|
Anyway, I hit the half marathon mark at 2:44, which is so much better than where it's been lately, pushing 3 hours. I was thrilled by this! And I was thrilled that I didn't have to use my inhaler until mile 10. All these things were going just amazingly.
Until my aforementioned wall... or as I like to think of it my crash-and-burn. We realized at about mile 16 that we were going to have to improvise to add some additional mileage. The trail was shorter than anticipated, so we would have to tack on some extra miles at the end. At mile 16, I began to slow down thinking of ways to add mileage to make it to 18.
|The Very Hungry Caterpillar|
meets the Very Hungry Alfredo!
|We got to eat at Golden Corral... Mr. Marathon was excited!|
Once the watch beeped, I collapsed in the car and we made our way to Golden Corral for a victorious lunch. Despite my crash and burn and good attitude turned bad, I did it. I did it. I made it 18 miles, 15 of which, I actually did a pretty good job of maintaining a 12:48 pace per mile. That is something to be proud of. But mostly, I am happy that it's over. Until next weekend... where I have a 20 miler awaiting me....