16 Miles, Oh My!

On Saturday I got up at 6am dreading my 16 mile run. Feeling this way on a Saturday morning is not a good thing, I normally enjoy Saturday long runs. And to make my attitude worse, I walked out side to soupiness. For those of you who do not live in the south, that is another word for humidity. I was sweating before I even go to the car.

This week we added another 2 miles to our run. I told my running partners that I was going to take it easy today because I knew that my attitude was not in the right place and that I wanted to quit before I had even started. So the first 4 miles were tough, like I want to turn around and go home, tough. But at the 4 mile water stop, I drank some gatorade, had a conversation about how I was feeling with Matt and I was off and running, this time in higher spirits. I was reminded that I am doing this for a mission, for a purpose, for a cure and I had a blast for about 10 miles. I ran so well and with confidence and a great pace.

Now the last 2 miles (damn the last 2 miles) were a killer...and it doesn't matter if it's 10 miles, 12 miles, 14 miles or 16 miles. Those last 2 miles kill me every time. At this point I know it is all mental but I was glad to see the horizon of my finish line...HEB in Lincoln Height. I love you HEB, you are my start and my finish.

I went home to my ritualistically ice bath. They work like a charm EVERY time. No soreness, no achiness. I'm glad I stuck it out and finished. I would have been disappointed if I had chosen differently.

Much Love,
Heidi