Today was our long run with TNT in Modesto. We park at Mr. T’s Donuts (how cruel is that?) I’m sure they love us, because everyone is using the restroom. The San Diego people are in San Diego, so it’s just the Seattle and Nike/Cowtown folk.
I bring some packets of Heed, because I took them in the HMOD, and hurked a bit. Didn’t like it. At all. I ate half of a Hammer Gel, and put the rest in a water. It was the first time I wore a water belt, and it was too big, so I fiddled with it a lot.
Our mentor told us to walk after 2 miles. In my head, I’m thinking…I cannot walk…2 minutes, he says. I decide to shut my head up, and listen and learn. Obviously I wasn’t listening too well, because he says, “When you get to the Kaiser Permanente building, that’s 3 miles, and Nike people, you come back. Seattle is doing 10 miles.”
I see the aid station at 2 miles, and force myself to walk. Interestingly, it refreshes me. I am talking with a mentor, and I see MY mentor up ahead. I decide to follow him.
I don’t know what happened, but I got to the next aid station, and it was mile 4. I missed the turn. The whole time I ran past 2, I just thought they must have miscalculated, or this is one long mile.
I had no choice but to run back. A total of 8 in all, and forcing myself to walk was great. I was fresh when I came in, and scarfed down a LOT of oranges. I was starving, and still am!
I feel good. Not tired. Base building works.