First of all, big thanks to everyone for the encouragement. Really, I don't think you know how nice it is to read all the positive comments on the blog and on facebook. I think all your good vibes only make me run stronger. Love you all!
Dear 20 miler, you are so far in my rear-view, but thanks for the good time!
Okay, so I got up at 5:30 a.m., looked outside and was relieved to see no active rain. Whew! I knew it might show up along the way, but it is way harder to start in a downpour than finish in one. I ate some Oatmeal and drank my coffee and fed my bebes. Then, I woke Aaron up and we were off!
I am actually not faking enthusiasm here. I felt good this morning and I think all the marathon planning from the previous day really helped me get my head in a good place. I wore a jacket for the first five miles or so because it was only 50 degrees! 50!
Around mile 3 another runner around my age passed me and her mom was tagging along on a bike. They were so sweet, you know I have found that most other runners are so sweet. They were doing 24 and I said I was doing 20... we wished each other well and she continued to pull a little farther ahead until they were tiny specs on the horizon.
I started off slow because baby I had a long way to go. My perfect marathon starts slow so I can heap on some gas at the finish. I'd say I was around 11:15 for the first 10.
Miles 10-13 were crazy fast (9:45-10:00 pace) because I need the outhouse back at mile 7. Hee hee. Good news is... I MADE IT! Also, I think actually getting to use the bathroom made me feel more free to finish up the miles. Yes, free is an odd word to describe it, maybe unhindered is better. Anyway, you get it!
I used Cliff Shot Blocks (Black Cherry-yummm), for fuel and when I hit mile 13 I decided to do a Cliff Double Xpresso Shot with caffeine. Zing! I think I plan on taking two packs of blocks and two shots to the marathon. I seriously doubt I'll go through them, especially with bananas on the course! yummmo I always carry 'in case of emergency' extra for me or if I see someone in need.
When my mile 15 wall didn't come, I knew that it was all over. Yeah, I still had 5 miles to go, but I had already won the mental game. As my feet started to hurt, I just thought to myself, "Of course they hurt, you are kicking so much ass."
Wow did that help. Silly, but true.
I would also like to give myself a shout out for not stopping to whine and walk 82 times the last five miles. I stopped twice for water briefly and the whining... nope!
20 Miles, Time: 3:38 (10:54 pace)
Alright, I am ready for the big show and now we taper. I don't have much tapering to do with my during the week runs, but next Sunday it'll be the final 12 miler before Chicago.
Windy city here I come!
xoxo,
falon