I have arrived. One week until race day. The 11 miles I ran yesterday helped to calm my nerves a little. Before yesterday I was viewing this last long run as a 50 page research paper I had to write. I was staring a a blank document with the cursor blinking and thinking how much work and effort this was going to take. But to my surprise I felt good after 5 miles, my legs starting tiring at 8 but I knew if I could just get to 9 that it would only be another 3 miles and I could make it. The last 3 were the final miles; I was out of the guts of the run and into the end. By the time I hit 10 I was so excited to be going the longest distance of my life that I found some energy somewhere. It didn't last too long, but it was just enough to get me to 11. I needed this run. It left a positive feeling with me that everything is going to work out.
Fun story: My boyfriend finished his run right as I was arriving to start mine. I asked him how far he went and he displayed his Forerunner. It said 13.1. I said Wow! Did you do a 1/2 for me? He said yes and I said - great! I can go home then. :) I had been very apprehensive about this run all week and he knew it. So I think this was his way of helping me, by challenging himself too, he was putting himself in my situation. It was nice to have him go before me. Then he showed up with the dog after I was finished and was walking the last quarter of a mile to my car. I cried. It was so nice to see him. The day was a struggle and he was proud of me and was there to revel with me in my success. He picked up a nice pasta dish for me on the way home, and got the ice packs out of the freezer. I would do the same for him.
Fast forward 2 hours. I'm laying on the couch. I made my "long run reward" purchase of the Wen hair care system (only $29.95 but then you have to pay $90 for the 90 day supplies after the into period....we'll see about that). It was an infomercial that I had my eye on for a few weeks now. The only thing better than shopping online is shopping from your couch! Anyway, I was laying there when I got this intense craving for a blizzard from DQ. It was an inner struggle like no other. You would have thought I was dealing with Sophie's Choice. I didn't want to move, but I wanted it real bad! This was a dilemma. So I turned to my friend and texted her with my problem "How do I get to DQ when I can't even walk?". She replied back "Want me to pick you up?". Keep in mind that this friend had just ran 18 miles that same morning - her longest run ever too. Now that's a good friend. I think it was the best blizzard I ever had. I mean how often can you say you deserve a blizzard?
Beautiful day, lots of sun to boot. All in all - a victorious day.
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