Hey guys! Well, since I’ve fully recovered from my injury, I’ve finished a couple of half marathons (they were brutal). I was totally unprepared in regards to how much this injury would throw off my longer distance running game. NO IDEA. I feel like my usual fuel routine just wasn’t working anymore and my head was totally out of the game and going rogue by mile 10. That being said, my long distance training runs were very few and far between. Since I have a few weeks until my next race, I’ve decided to REALLY focus on my pace and not slacking on my long distance training. I had so many thoughts during these two half marathons that just made me want to peace out.
1. The heat. Eff that glaring sun that makes you feel like a sizzling piece of bacon. You then feel like bacon…you start thinking about bacon…BOOM mindset is elsewhere and you want to quit and go eat bacon.
2. Holy hills. So have I been really fantastic when it comes to incorporating steep, rolling hills into my training lately? NOPE. So when those came around every other mile I wanted to cry a little bit, swear a lot a bit, throw my running shoes into the lake.
3. The humidity. I’m a Chicagoan…which means we’re a bunch of fairies when it comes to humidity in comparison to any southern folk. I HATE IT. It happened to be 1,000% humidity out during my second half and I felt like someone was crushing my lungs with each stride. (insert another dramatic comment here).
4. Why did I do this to myself? My side hurts, my stomach is cramping up, please God let this end…at least Beyonce is helping me pull through….
5. This is the longest mile of my life.
6. The bling better be effing amazing.
7. Curse that sign that says “you’re almost done” and you’ve still got a 5k left…I’M NOT ALMOST DONE. Quit playing games with my heart….(bonus points if you get that reference).
8. You see the top athletes fly by you and finish and you’re wondering if their amazing, unicorn athlete sweat will spread onto you and make you into said unicorn, super fast athlete…
But then YOU finish…and then you get that runner’s high and you have so many thoughts such as:
– I’M DONE! THIS MEDAL IS AWESOME!
– *Takes several selfies with said bling…
– Where are the bagels? The pretzels? Give me salt. Give me something. I’m empty.
– I might vomit. Please don’t throw up. I need to sit. No, I need to stand.
– If I can just avoid having to go to the bathroom until AFTER I get home that will be splendid. I don’t know if I’ll make it….I better make it…
– *takes more post-race selfies
– When is my next race?! I can’t wait!!
I’m convinced that most runners are masochistic addicts because of these very things. I’m totally owning up to it. It’s fine. The soreness I feel after a long run? I love it. It’s painful, I end up doing a bear crawl up the stairs…and I secretly love it. I love pushing my body to new limits. Oh, and the bling. Holllllaaa. And to prove it, here are the selfies…
Oh and that ferris wheel? Yeah it definitely spun. This Chicago half was the first leg of a half marathon series (the second half is coming up in September). This was my first half marathon back after my injury. I hated my time, but thinking how I finished without ANY pain in my tendon was a victory for me…seeing that finish line was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I think I even fist-pumped in the air.
This half was a couple of weeks later and it rained….A LOT and once again my time sucked…but not as bad. PROGRESS. Once I recovered from my injury I was such a pansy getting back into my normal pace in fear of injuring myself again. Knock on wood…I’m getting those miles in at my normal pace again and I am one happy runner!
And I now close this Monday morning post with Apollo…with his face planted in one of my shoes…the ones I just ran 10 miles in….I can’t even…