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So finally, a long run recap.

So I’ve written this post four times now, fifth times a charm? Hopefully. There was an update that had to be done to my site this weekend and now I’ve been experiencing just the little itty bitty technical difficulty of the website DELETING MY POST. Yea, not too bueno. Anyways, so back this this long run over the weekend. I was meeting up with a new friend to run 18 miles, he was shooting for 20 if time allowed. When I woke up that morning, I just knew it wasn’t my day. It was the same, “ugh, do I really have to run right now, and run this far?” feeling I had before the San Diego Marathon. I have should have seen it coming I tell you! I have been experiencing such great running lately, with me being able to get up early and run, some excellent splits, everything seemed to be in my favor. Now, I feel like when you start to think running is so great and you love it so much, and maybe even being to think that running is so easy and everything is just clicking, it’s like the running gods smack you back down into reality. That was what happened to me on Saturday.

I made my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, even though I should have made them the night before so I could let the jelly sit, but I forgot, so it wasn’t the usual consistency. I took off to the designated meeting place, felt alright, but was really, really tired, which was weird since I went to be at 10:30 the night before. My legs weren’t really wanting to run so I knew that running 18 miles would be a little rough. I am super glad that I ran with my friend though, without him, it would have not happened. So the first 8 miles were fine, nothing special. Mile 8.5 was when things started to get a little sketchy, if you know what I mean. I was getting really hot, and really tired. I had eaten two sandwiches already and then it was one of those, ‘I need a bathroom, and NOW’, moments that we are all to familiar with. FAIL. I felt light headed and sick to my stomach and like I was going to throw up. Not exactly looking to the last 8 miles feeling that way. Luckily, I took a little walk around break and decided to man up and just keep going. If worse came to worse, I’d just throw up. Classy, I know.

We started off again and once I was going I made the executive decision that I wasn’t going to eat again on my run just in case. We had a few hills to conquer and the rest of the run was pretty uneventful. Luckily, we had some nice woman fill up the water bottle with water from a hose, which if you think about it is disgusting, but I’ve come to realize that water is my FAVORITE thing and nothing tastes as good at mile 15 as some water. We really started cruising the last 2 miles and I think it was because I just wanted to go home and I was more than done running. I’m glad I didn’t quit halfway through, but it was not one of my finest moments.

After I got home, I wasn’t too sore, but I knew I would benefit from an ice bath so I took my sweaty self over to the 7-11 and bought three bags of ice. I was a a little disappointed in the fact that my run wasn’t great, but you win some, you lose some. My toes seemed to hold up much better in my new shoes so that was a plus and to my surprise all of our splits were very consistent, which is something I struggle with on long runs. They never were slower than 10:00 and mostly were right around 9:05-9:35, which is pretty decent for me. So I had a bad long run, it seemed to have been in the works for a while, so I’ll take it and leave it in the past.

As for the rest of my weekend, there was some beer pong, some San Clemente time with the roommate and excessive sleeping. I ran without Claude as well for two runs, and it was nice to not have my paces with me. Some times I find it nice to run without him after having a bad run. So cheers to some more good running recaps in my not so distant future hopefully!

cheers

And please take note of those ridiculously cute small limes next to the Corona. I about died.

xoxo

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