Then Sunday rolls around, and so does a 10 mile run. I figured that 10 miles would be a piece of cake if the week before I ran 9 and felt awesome after. Phillip was able to join me, and we decided to keep this long run interesting by driving up to Marietta and running up there.
We started off great. We stopped early on at the Kennesaw Mountain Visitor's Center for a quick bathroom break. 10 miles is a long run, so we figured it would be a good idea to empty our bladders before we started our trek.
Unfortunately, within 20 minutes or so we had to alter our course to find the nearest bathroom to stop again. Stupid bladder.
With that taken care of, the rest of the run was just looooonng. (I say this now. Just wait til I start running 20+ miles.) On top of that, there's just no way to avoid hills. They suck. Until you're done with your run and realize hills are actually good for you.
Long runs like this one gives you a lot of time to think. So many thoughts went through my head. What am I going to be for Halloween? What do I get to eat after I'm done? Why does this run suck so much? That kind of stuff. I did realize that my 9 mile run the week before was so great because I ran on about as flat of a trail/road as I could find in Georgia. Dang. Stupid hills.
After the grueling 1 hour 53 minute run was over, we met up with Phillip's dad at Waffle House, where we promptly scarfed down an omelette, hasbrowns, and half a waffle each. It was so good. Then, hot tub! It does a body good.
Alas, 10 miles really pushes your body to do things it doesn't normally do. Phillip and I both felt the after-effects of it for days after. Our bodies were just so tired. I was falling asleep much early at night and having a real hard time getting up in the mornings. I couldn't muster up any energy until Wednesday to go for a run, and even then it was just 2 miles.
On top of that, Phillip has been busy looking into grad schools, while I had an incredibly emotional week of work that caused a chain reaction of figuring out my next step. Unfortunately, I've found that this kind of stress can be really un-motivating. I had no desire all week to get on my running shoes and get out the door.
It wasn't until Friday that I managed another run, with it being only 4 miles. But remember: No run is too short! While my 2 and 4 mile runs were nowhere near what I should have run, they were better than none at all. Right?
It's now Saturday, and we have another busy day ahead of us. I'm going to try to in squeeze another short run today in anticipation of a possible 10 mile run tomorrow. (Already? Dang.)
In other news, injury #1 for Phillip is slowly but surely healing. He's back to running! Injury #1 for me is also almost completely healed. Just a bit of a scar showing.
I might have already earned injury #2...only a week after getting injury #1. It's possible that it was also acquired while on a run with our dog, who got spooked by another dog and her leash somehow caused a rope burn on my arm. Very unsightly. And very slow to heal. A week later and it's only now starting to scab.
I'm going to have to keep a chart on my fridge to keep track of how many running related injuries I get throughout this whole training process. The ones that are conincendentally acquired whilst running with the pups gets an extra star.