Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Seventeen miles

This past Sunday I ran 17 miles! That is the farthest I have ever run. Ever. I started out bright and early as the sun was rising. I do a two mile loop around my house so I had a little more than 8 laps to do! I stocked up at the end of my driveway and I was off.
Salted caramel gu, grape nuun, and water.

So excited to take on 17 miles. What was I thinking!?
My plan was to see how this training run went and add another marathon to my schedule. I really wanted to do the Philadelphia Marathon at the end of November for time. I am already registered for the Disney World full in January, but Disney races for me are never about time but rather fun. I wanted to see what I was capable of in running a full, so I thought I would do Philly. I was apprehensive about registering because I didn't want to injure myself and I know it takes a while to recover from a marathon, so I didn't want to ruin my training for the Disney full. I was waiting to sign up until I was really sure.

The first 14.5 miles were fine. No issues at all. It was long and boring and the fog was awful the entire time I ran. The fog made it more of a mental game for me the first 15 miles. I know it made it easier to run without the sun beating down on me. But I feel had it been sunny, it would have been easier mentally to keep going back lap after lap.
The fog was like this for hours. It was awful.
Nothing was out of sorts physically until mile 14.5. I thought it odd that it started going downhill then since I had run 15 miles two weeks before and was fine. So somewhere around 14.5 to 15 miles, I got kinda glazed over and fuzzy. My mind wasn't all there. It almost felt like the feeling I get when I am going to pass out, but I didn't think I was going to pass out. I was just feeling weird. I don't know if this is the wall that marathoners speak of. I think was too early in mileage for that. I was fueling with Gu every 45 minutes and drinking my water alternated with nuun. So I think I was ok in that regard. It was just a really bizarre feeling.

Then around 15 miles, my legs just did not want to move any more. I was definitely shuffling, but I kept going. My every one mile walk break turned into every half mile and then every quarter mile. Those last two miles were rough! So rough that it caused me to rethink signing up for another full. I am not going to sign up for Philly and am really glad I didn't before this.

I am pretty sure I will be one and done with the marathon after January. I will cross it off the bucket list and go back to my half marathons. That was rough work and there's still 9.2 miles to go after that. I am thinking it should get easier every couple of weeks with training as you up your mileage. It seems the last two are always the hardest because your body isn't used to that extra 2 miles that you added.



This was literally right after I finished. I was in no mood for smiling. I was just glad to be done. I even tried another picture with smiling and it was a bad attempt!

Despite having a rough time with it, I still finished 17 miles! In a row. At one time. Crazy stuff.

What about you? How is your training going?