Yesterday morning I headed out to do my long run. My schedule called for 10 miles, but I figured I would do 12. My gramin died when I went to turn it on. I added a few tangents to my regular 10 mile route, so I thought I had a rough idea of which mile I was on. I mapped it last night, and I actually did 12.5 miles. In a slow, agonizing 2:31.
Miles 1-4: I felt good, strong, invincible.
Miles 4-7: Felt okay, neither good nor bad.
Miles 8-9: Hard. Felt like stopping, but pushed myself to continue to run.
Miles 10-12.5: Wheels feel off. Walked on and off.
My mantra throughout this run was, "You don't have to go fast. You just gotta go forward." That helped me get through some rough spots.
I think I need to carry water with me. I was soooooo thirsty. I thought about stopping inside the comminity center midway in my run because I knew they had water fountains inside. But I didn't know if they were open already. And I would've been too embarrassed anyway to go inside anyway.
I had a couple of fig newtons during the run. Don't know if they gave me more energy. But I do know they made me super thirsty.
I was so tired during the last few miles of this run. How am I supposed to run more than double this?! What the fuck!
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