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Thursday, August 16, 2007

A Short Run

I'm going on vacation this weekend and it's been a bad habit of mine NOT to put in my runs like I should while on vacation.

My smart friend, $Bill, knew exactly that and suggested I do my long run Thursday. He had 9 miles to do and so, I agreed to join him at 7AM the next morning.

It wasn't easy.

First, I woke up late. My alarm was set for 5:30. This gives me time to wake up, have my two pieces of peanut butter toast on 12 grain bread, milk, and a great cup of coffee. Plus, it gives me time to get everything ready, like making sure my camelback is full of water (and will not mysteriously leak as it did once before).

I actually woke up around 5:10 to head to the bathroom, but I thought I'd relax for another 20 minutes before *really* waking up.

Next thing I know, I wake up with a sudden urgency and look at the clock and it's 6:20. What??? What just happened? I check my alarm and it's set for 5:30 PM. Great.

My first thought is: call $Bill and tell him I'm not going to make it. I know now that I'm NOT going to have my PB toast, milk and coffee. But there's no way I will get this run in today. It's going back into the triple digits, temp-wise and I think I need this run in to influence my long run on Saturday -- while I'm on vacation.

So I decide to just go for it. But I know that I have a long run ahead of me and I need some sort of fuel. I grab a PB Luna bar, worrying that it's going to make me cramp up. Oh well.

I rush to ye ole minivan (ain't it cool) and head out to meet my other man. I make it a couple of minutes after 7 but $Bill is nowhere in sight. I see Ying and he assures me that $Bill is about to come out.

I stretch, thinking there's no way I'm doing nine miles. I don't feel it, but I'll do my best. $Bill comes out and he also appears as though he's awaken. He also agrees that this is going to be tough.

We start on the adventure. As usual -- as of late -- I feel like I have to keep up with his pace. It brings back memories of when I ran with my husband and I would get frustrated, thinking I just can't keep up with his long legs. Over time, I overcame that but again, my running has been pretty crappy this Summer so I'm back to this 'trying to keep up' mentality.

Anyway, I do it and I'm doing okay. Once we reach Umstead though, I have this tickling feeling in my knees and thighs and my shins ache. I'm only two miles into this and there is no way I'm going to make it.

But I'm not giving in and I'm putting these miles in, even if I fricking walk them all. Bill agrees at some point in the first three miles that this run is going to be grueling.

Bill is in great shape. He has been for some time. Me, I'm in pretty good shape too, but not as much as he is. He tells me that he's sore from his bike ride the day before so now, selfish me is happy because I feel like the playing field is level.

We pull through halfway and now, we run in silence. I hear my breathing and our foot patter along the gravel. It really is a great sound. But we have 4 1/2 to go. I now start thinking about an orange Gatorade. Oh my god. I cannot wait to grab one at the end of this run.

We also note how we would love to have Melissa with one "S", or Renee, running with us because they would keep a conversation going. I like to talk, don't get me wrong, but when it comes to running in a struggle, you can forget trying to get any words out of me.

When we see the spillway, I'm getting excited. I know that the end is really close. We walk the spillway and run back to the start.

I tell Bill I'm walking most of the way back and he pulls his "let me get her mind off the pain" mode and has me run all the way back. I love it.

The end is here and I can't believe we did nine miles, the way we felt in the beginning. But we did it and then, I think I'm going to pee from excitement, walking in to grab my orange Gatorade. turned out to be the best drink I've ever had. Ever. Up to today.

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