Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patty's Day!
The luck of the Irish definitely wasn’t with me on Saturday when I ran my 18 miler. It was a gorgeous day out, I had adequate fuel and water, and I had foam rolled every single ache and pain out of my body. I was ready. However, I don’t think my stomach was ready for the Cytomax that I was drinking because by mile 10, I was paying homage to the bushes. We should have some lovely flowering bushes along the Cherry Creek Trail come spring.
Now if I run by there and the bushes are dead, I’m going to feel really bad.
By mile 11, I had enough of the heat and the stomach cramps, so I went home, downed a half bottle of Tums, and ran the remaining 7 miles in my cool basement on the treadmill. I made the 18 miles, but I consider this the worst run of my life. At one point, I honestly didn’t think that I would be able to finish. That’s where the mental part has to kick in and tell your body that you can and you will!
S this week is rest and recovery week; no long run this weekend and we are adding in some cross training. I did a short 3.5 mile run on Monday and last night I actually went swimming. Lookout Shamu was IN the water. I really shouldn’t insult Shamu like that because unlike me, Shamu can actually swim. However, don’t get too close, because like Shamu, I might kill you by hitting you with my flailing arms and drag you under.
Tonight’s workout will be my first ever Brick! I am so excited about this and I don’t have a clue why, maybe because it is just new and different.
Hope everyone is having a great week!