|Date:||7/11/2009 7:15 AM|
|Pace:||13:23 / mile|
|Shoe:||Mizuno Alchemy Lime|
|Notes:||Felt awful. With team. Walked a LOT. Not a good morning.|
VO2 Max: 22.6
This morning, I woke up and my stomach felt wonky. Something was up. I went down to Mr. T’s Donuts to meet for the TNT training run.
CharlieBob says “The first mile is a WARMUP!”…that we should not be going faster than a 10 minute mile (no problem). What he doesn’t realize is that I don’t even get the concept of warming up, etc. That 11 minute mile? That’s me, balls to the wall. It’s the best I can do…
The aid stations are at 2, 4, 6, & 8 miles. We are told to walk. Okay. Here’s my problem…since I started walking, I really am very slow. Slower than normal Ms. V. slow. First station I make the mistake of sipping Gatorade. I had taken an Endurolyte Hammer tablet early in the morning, but I can’t take sweet drinks when I run. They just come right back up. I made it to the second station, and by that time, I was by myself. I enjoyed the time, the trail…the music even, but then my stomach started making noise…like,
No matter what, you have to stop. Soon.
Did I listen? No, no I didn’t. I passed Mile 4, and the beautiful Holiday Inn Express that the team said was very helpful in letting us use bathrooms, etc. I should have stopped there, but was determined to hit it at Mile 6. I took a hit of Hammer Gel, but that stuff is gross now to me. The tablets seem to work much better.
Mile 5. I had a map. Problem is, I didn’t have my glasses. So I just kept running. Rick, one of the mentors came by and said “You’re doing fine.” I turned the corner, and there were 4 of my cohorts running back. I so wanted to jump with them, but you know, integrity and all…I just kept running. Made the loop, and started back.
Holiday Inn Express. My bowels thank you. I was soaking, as it was 78 degrees now.
Mile 7 was rough, and at the Mile 8 station, I simply doused myself with water. I ran through a guy’s sprinklers. My hat was falling off.
When I turned for that last half mile, I had to pull out my iPod, and count. I counted to fire hydrants, to signs, to that blue car. I counted in rounds 10x at least. I did the Serenity Prayer; I worked the AA Steps on the run (yes, I’m powerless)…and finally…bliss.
There CharlieBob sits, the team is there…clapping, and so kind. I sit with him awhile, and tell him this may not be for me…that I have way too much self doubt. He is an Ultramarathoner, and said that his brain tells him stuff on his runs too. That he should stop, etc. His wisdom and guidance is invaluable.
I fell asleep in the pool and the spa. We went and got Scout #2 from camp drop off. It’s 5:15, and this body is saying one thing: Pizza.
Happy Saturday, and 10 in the books.