Eleven miles. I thought I was ready.
I woke up at 5:45 am and jumped out of bed ready to go. That’s what more than 8 hours of sleep and an excited runner does, I guess. I sliced 4 slices of extreme cinnamon bread and smeared a light coat of cookie butter on each. I could have done without the fourth slice at that moment and at mile 6.
I grabbed my lemon-lime Gatorade, water, iPhone, earbuds, dirty running shoes, and running hat by 6:30. Driving across town to Rock Cut was as many miles I was going to be running. Driving 20 mph, I arrived to the fishing pier parking lot. I saw the hill that lead to hill after hill after hill.
And began my 11 mile run. I ran the 4.25 miles around the lake and decided that I’d do another lap but in the other direction. This was when I lost my sanity. The opposite direction was killer. I swear 85% of that direction was uphill. There were a few points where taking a step was like taking a walking step. I may have nightmares tonight.
The turkeys couldn’t even cheer me up at this point. I noted that they did not dare go up the crazy steep hill that we were all at.
At 8.50 miles, I finished lap two and headed for the straight, somewhat flat path. The damage was done though. My legs were like lead. I really don’t know how I finished those last 2 hot miles. I finished the run near my car and immediately grabbed my water after drinking the last drop of Gatorade.
Done and done. I needed more fluids! Starbucks sounded so good with its chocolate milk and iced coffee. On my drive there I noticed that I had dead nats sticking to my sweaty skin.
Too many miles, too hot, not enough water? Who knows.
I arrived at Starbucks and politely budged in line to grab a chocolate milk and then made my way to the back of the line. I dove into that chocolate milk and finished it by the time I was at the register.
While in line I kept trying to wipe all the salt off my face that only I could feel, not see. Others must have thought I was a crazy person. Maybe I am since I just had done 2 laps around the lake.
I texted my co-dietitian, co-half marathoner that I did 2 laps around the lake.
See, this is the extreme route of the lake.
My pace wasn’t great but that for once was not a concern for me since I did well with the first lap, fell apart at mid-point of lap 2, and actually finished the 11 miles.
Overall pace: 9’50″. I am super please with this overall pace since I really thought that there was no way I could make it another mile.
The couch was my safe haven. A problem arose when I was still feeling thirsty.
I wasn’t hungry for a few hours which was near noon.
I could only handle heat-up food at this point. Pizza and the Olympics. And sore legs.
Magical pills known as Ibuprofen was found after I couldn’t find any motivation to get off the couch. Mid-afternoon snack that saved me-
More extreme cinnamon bread, cherries, and 2 dark chocolate squares.