I ran my farthest distance, EVER last Saturday: 15 miles.
Only crazy people run 15 miles.
And let me tell you…there’s nothing fun about it. And to think: I have a 16-miler this Saturday. Someone, please remind me why I’m running a marathon? Or someone, please tell me to man up.
The first few miles went fine…not great, but fine. Miles 3-7.5 were a breeze. When I hit my half-way mark, I stopped at St. Mary’s to fill my water bottle and eat my gel.
I’ve only used gel during my half marathons so I’m trying to work it into my long runs on Saturday’s but I can’t seem to get used to the taste. It’s disgusting and I feel like I’m going to vomit after each swallow. I always have high expectations of the gel, thinking it’s going to give me a huge burst of energy, but that’s not the case. If anything, I feel worse. I’m not sure if it’s the mileage or the gel that’s making me drained, but I’m going to blame it on the gel. I’m going to stop into Berkeley Running Company this week and pick out a few more options.
After my St. Mary’s stop, I turned around and took the same route home. A lot of people hate out-and-back routes, but I prefer them. It helps knowing exactly how much distance I have left and I like to look back and see how far I’ve run.
I hit mile 10 and felt drained. I think I overdid the run-walk method. My mind took over and I kept thinking about how tired I was. I actually started arguing with myself. Here’s how the conversation went:
Bad Megan: You’re tired. You’re not going to make it home. Just walk a little bit…it will feel so much better. Your legs are soo tired.
Good Megan: If running a marathon was easy, everyone would do it. It’s an amazing accomplishment, think of how good you’ll feel when it’s over.
Bad Megan: I’m not going to feel good when it’s over… I won’t be able to walk! The free pass to Sea World we get with our race registration is crap since my legs won’t be functioning.
Good Megan: You’re almost finished…let’s try and get under 2 and a half hours.
Bad Megan: Eff this. I hate running. Why do I do this? The minute I finish this marathon I’m never running again. Ever. And I swear on that.
As you can see, Bad Megan is evil. She has so much power over Good Megan. All her arguments make so much more sense than Good Megan.
Anyway, I finished my 15 miles in 2 hours, 24 minutes and 10 seconds. I got home, soaked in the shower, laid down for a few hours and read The Hunger Games, of course. I had a recovery drink and as much water possible, but my stomach didn’t want anything. I had to force dinner down my throat three hours after my run. I finally got over my upset stomach YESTERDAY…2 full days after my run. What is wrong with me? What should I do differently?
If you’re wondering why I have this large picture of reasons to run, it’s because I’m in dire need of inspiration at the moment.