Since I still have serious mom guilt when I leave to workout I asked my Dad if we could go at 6am hoping that B would stay asleep as I slipped out. When my alarm went off at 5am I wasn't exactly thrilled about my plan. When I let the dogs out and realized it was raining I was even less thrilled. This is the reason I continue to commit to runs with my Dad, if that had been me by myself I probably would have easily crawled back into my warm dry bed.
|It rained the entire run, yay for wet shoes|
Instead I enjoyed a quick cup of pumpkin coffee (I love fall!), ate a granola bar, and took a Tylenol. I mapped a run using mapmyrun.com to make sure we'd reach our mileage. I like to strategically map plenty of stop opportunities as well, like parks for water refills and bathrooms. This morning we luckily only needed these stops for water refills. It was pretty dark as we headed out. With the recent coyote problem in our area I was slightly freaked out when we got to our cemetery loop and it was still pitch dark. We clearly survived. By the time we got to the infamous park where the coyotes supposedly reside, it was light out so I felt much more comfortable that at least I would see them before they ate me rather than a sneak attack.
We both hit a wall around 7 miles, yeah 7, knowing we still had 11 to go. I brought 2 GU gels and a package of caffeine energy sport beans so I had one to get me over my slump. When we hit half marathon mileage we were feeling good and officially on our second wind.
We made one last stop at the park to refill water at about 14 miles and when I started to run again shooting pains went through my right knee. At that point I was certain I was done but kept running to see if I could work out the pain. Eventually it changed to a dull ache and I kept running. It just so happened that we were about to go up a hill, I did a half run half hobble up the hill, it wasn't pretty. When the road flattened out again I got back to some real running....why am I still calling it running. Let's call it jogging, running would imply that I was moving quickly...
So we hit 15 miles and I shouted woohoo! I'd officially crossed the line for my longest run yet. It was pretty much down hill for me at that point though. I slowed down a lot. My last mile was just over a 12 minute mile pace, yeah it hurt. I was still "running" but it was more of a sorry looking hop limp jog. I did survive though and I can say that I jogged the whole way despite how slow I was moving toward the end. My 5 mile race the night before probably didn't help me much.
So this was the end result:
|Soaking wet after the run|
|Love my Pro Compression socks!|
I can live with that. Endurance training shouldn't be fast or even at your race pace most of the time so I'm confident about the first 18 miles of the marathon. What I'm not so confident about is the last 8.2 miles. You couldn't have paid me to crawl another 8 miles after that run last Sunday. So we shall see.
This Sunday we set out for a 13 miler but fell short on time so we headed home with 11 under our belts. You know you're training for a marathon when you say "it's only an 11 mile run" then feel guilty for not running more. This run was easy compared to last week although I started with heavy legs and little desire to get out of my bed it turned out ok. We ran slightly faster than last Sunday but slower than I had for my previous 13 miler.
So with a little less than 3 weeks to go until the Monumental Marathon I'm feeling confident that I will at the very least finish as will my Dad. I'm nervous about it though and that is an understatement. I imagine the day before and the morning of the race I will be all nerves. We should be able to get a few more good runs in as we start to taper for race day. The weather is perfect this time of year for early morning runs. Cool temps and little humidity. I'm really looking forward to race day despite the nerves. What I'm most looking forward to is that finish line. To be able to say I've run a marathon! The best part will be seeing my sweet baby boy at the end and knowing I was able to commit to running this race just 7 months postpartum. So this year my goal is to finish and next year I'll focus on a PR. Stayed tuned for my race day recap.