I woke up that morning to my period. Are you kidding?! I was 6 days early. I blame my training for wacking out my cycle. There was little comfort in knowing I would have to run 20 miles later that day.
The other blow, realizing I was unable to run in the morning like I usually do. I was not able to start until 4:30pm.
It was 70 degrees outside. That may seem like the best time to go running but when I am used to running in the dark or just before sunset, 70 degrees is hot. I think my downfall were the hills that I did in the very beginning. I was sweating like a pig and I struggled 2 miles uphill.
My first 10 miles were excruciating. My legs hurt. My right knee hurt (what?!) and when I looped around back to my house to the use bathroom, it took everything for me to leave and keep running.
My whole body screamed at me to stop. My lower back especially hurt, but I can attribute that to my period. I wanted to turn around and just go home or call my husband to come and get me. But I kept going. Everything was mental at that point. I suppose it was good practice for when I run the real race.
I was just frustrated because I had run 19 miles 2 weeks prior and I rocked it! I stayed on the pace the 2nd half and felt tired, but good.
When I finished the 20 miles and shouted with happiness. Then I started crying. I was so happy and relieved I was done. I had run 20 miles. It was incredibly hard but rewarding.
I was still disappointed because I wanted to rock my 20 miles, but that's okay. I'll just rock my marathon!
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