No, I didn’t get a dog. Sad, I know.
But yesterday, Karen and I started December with our first 20 miler. I was in pain before we started; my 2 hour gym session on Friday was a terrible idea because my thighs and glutes were on fire just getting out of the car. Karen was dealing with a terrible cold, and before mile 10 my nose started bleeding. This is what marathon training is all about: being gritty, touching out the tough runs because they make you stronger, and having an awesome partner to get you through it, or for you to get them through it!
The first few miles were miserable because of my legs just being dead, but after a couple, I started to get into a groove. Then we both looked at our watches at mile 6 and thought “wait, that’s it? This is going to be terrible”. But at least we had a nice, peaceful trail on which to run.
Thankfully we had each other, some very rude families who refused to move so we could get by, and one funny man we kept passing, and then he’d pass us, for like 3 miles. We kept chatting, and narrowing our focus from “only x more miles” down to “only 1/Xth of a mile left in this one” to “only 30 seconds until we can walk”. We broke it down into bit sized pieces, and with 4 miles left, I broke out my favorite RockMyRun mix: Fit to Fight, which gave us a little extra power.
We also had some random inspiration illegally added to park benches to keep us moving.
It was not wonderful. Let me be completely honest:
I got strong when I needed to, but nearly crumbled a couple of times