Weekend running

I think I was dehydrated. Or under fueled. My run on Saturday knocked me on my ass.

Shall we start with: Friday night I went with my husband to his 30-year class reunion (yes, he's old...) There was no meal, so I ate quite a few slices of turkey wrap, mini-egg rolls, and shrimp on cucumber slices. And four glasses of wine. I was at a class reunion that was not mine after all.... I actually chatted quite a bit with another of the spouses. I kept telling her I was eating so I would be able to run the next morning. She, and others were impressed.

Anyway, we got home somewhere around midnight, and 5am came awfully early. I had planned to get in about 10 miles, then meet the running group, and do another 8 after that. Yeah. I was not able to get myself going that quickly... I ended up doing 6 miles (out and back) in about an hour and 10 minutes, then I did another 10. I'm glad I made the decision to turn around at the 5-mile mark instead of doing a 13-mile loop that I had considered.

It was hard. I sucked down all of the water I had brought with me, and went through 2 packages of sport beans. And at the end, my ass was dragging. but I did the 16. Further than I have ever run before! I thought it would be emotional, like my 15-miler, but I was honestly too tired to do anything but go home.

I ended up taking a 3-hour nap on Saturday, and never really woke up before heading to bed at 9pm.

Note to self: Better pre-run nutrition, and less pre-run alcohol.

I will get up to 20 miles sometime in this training... and I will finish the 26.

It all begins with the first step. And I have taken many.
~a