This weekend was the Mustang Stampede. A really small, but very nice 5k at the Parkway. It is a race to support the Army reserve so it is a great cause and a way to show our support for the troops. I decided that I was just going to treat this as an easy run since I had my obnoxiously long run the next day. As we know, even the best plans change. I did start out at a nice easy pace and then I thought, what the hell, lets pick it up a bit and see if I can place in my age group.
If I would have picked it up at the beginning I would have had FIRST place and a trophy!! A TROPHY!!! I lost the bastard by 22 seconds. Isn't that a kick in the crotch.
Today was the last long run before the Half. I can't believe it is in 2 weeks! Trac suggested that I run 2.5 hours instead of running the 13.1 miles. I decided to take her advice and will never forgive her.
I kept hearing her voice in my head saying...it is time on your feet B, time on your feet. I actually did 2.27 hr. because I was NOT running past my house. I ran an 1.15 up and turned around. When I hit 1.5 hours and realized I had another hour I about lost my shit. That last mile was a freakin' killer. My feet, my knee and my hips hurt, but I know I was over 13.1 so I trudged on till I got home. Really it was a matter of just getting my ass home. There were times when I was hoping someone, anyone would clip my ass on and I wouldn't have to do this anymore.
With all that bitchin' it was good. It hurt, but hell it was 14 miles! It should hurt. But I have finally wrapped my pea brain around that I can do this.