… now let me just sink into the floor and lay in a depleted heap for 24 hours.
That. Was. Difficult. I think what clued me in the most on how hard it was was when I started talking out loud to myself. Yeah. My spouse thought it was hilarious when I told him. He’s like “What did you say?!” I told him it was more of a “…ok ok…” and “…whoa…” and “…OH MY GOD!!!!” – that last one was when I saw a giant dead albatross right on the route and I jumped about 10 feet. But mainly I would surprise myself by saying things almost in affirmation to myself and then realize I was talking aloud to myself as well. It was kinda funny. But that was how hard it was. I didn’t even feel in control of my head because I put it all into my legs.
Really the pain and exhaustion didn’t hit me until I got home. The actual run went well. I ditched my run group around mile 5 to continue on at my own pace and without the usual 2-3 stops they make for water or stretching. I don’t even know what they do on all those stops but what I do know is that they are a pain in the ass. When you stop it only makes it harder to start up again. Also, what you thought was you sweating a lot turns into you sweating buckets. I don’t know why that is but when you stop it’s like your body expels all of your water and you’re even more drenched in sweat. And then there’s the issue of me not wanting to be out in the Florida sun a second longer. I want to be home!
So I didn’t stop and kept on going and it felt good to stay in motion. I hoped I had enough water with my CamelBak on and the added 8oz bottle I put in the pack. I was worried when I really started feeling the run even before the turnaround at mile 8.5. Then at mile 9 I asked myself “Are you really this tired only 9 miles in, when you’re supposed to be used to running half marathons all the time now?” But I was. I was tired. At that point I had my 2nd GU (salted watermelon, because you have to use extra salt here) and it helped. Then again at mile 14 I had another GU and that really really helped bring me in. At this point I also felt blisters forming. Were they from the socks or the new shoes? It wasn’t impossible to run on them though.
For some reason I thought I had to run 18 (probably because everyone else was running 18) so I was tucking in to run 4 more miles. Didn’t remember until mile 15.5 that I only had 17 and that was a wonderful moment let me tell ya. I dropped more than a minute off my mile time in that last bit because I was so happy that it was 17 instead of 18. When my new Garmin 220 told me I had reached 17 miles, it was amazing. I’m always aware at the moment I go beyond what I’ve ever run before. Those uncharted miles always give me a boost. It’s exciting in a way.
I had a good run. I’d grade it as a B+ due to the blisters and a few foot aches that caused me to walk for a few seconds here and there. When I stopped and began my cool down walk, that’s when the pain really started. The blisters were ok to run on but excruciating to walk on. Then when I began the longish drive home, I started to feel dizzy. I grabbed a Picky Bar and felt a lot better. Guess I need to eat before I head back. And then the first few hours at home were just painful and filled with nausea. I have to figure out a better recovery eating plan. Yes, I felt better each time I ate. But I never wanted to eat because I felt sick. Catch-22.
I’m so thankful my 17 miler went well! Only an 18 and two 20’s and then it’s race day!! I can’t believe it. Three more long runs…. ugh, three more long runs. Nervous too.