I ran my last long run on Sunday. Twenty miles. BOOM! Well not quite “BOOM” it was more like sixteen miles of BOOM and four miles of pain and discomfort. But I pushed through and made my 20.
The weather threatened rain but that didn’t really concern me since this IS Oregon. Wonderfully, however it was lovely at 4 a.m. when I started out and even lovelier when I got home at 8:10. Four hours of running. Or as Blue Eyes calls it “four hours of crazy.”.
Didn’t feel crazy when I started. Twenty is my favorite distance. But for your whatever reason….crappy nutrition, not enough sleep, my chi being off I fell off my wagon at mile 16.
First off I had to use the bathroom, even though I had done so prior to leaving home, only five miles out. That’s less than an hour and I had to GO. This is a problem on a Sunday morning at 4:45 a.m. When I finally got to a bathroom I was at 12 miles and I think that started to sour my mind.
I ran on relieved at how much better I felt and then around mile 16 my legs started aching, my mind started doubting and I quit enjoying the run.
I grumbled through it, and arrived home 4 hours and 8 minutes after I started. I was pissed. 4:08?! Seriously. That’s my worst ever 20 mile time.
I bristled for awhile wondering what the hell I was thinking when I signed up for this marathon and then…. later that day I heard my 15 year old son tell his friend I was ” bad ass” since I ran 20 miles and then came home and lifted for an hour to get rid of my frustration.
It made me chuckle and I decided it didn’t really matter how I finished in this marathon as long as I finished, because clearly my biggest fan was in my corner regardless of my time.
20 miles in 4:08. I’ll take it and just shut up.