Hitting the Wall

Last Saturday's goal was to run 20 miles.  I woke up after only a rough 3 hours of sleep, hesitant to even attempt this particular run.  Not wanting to disappoint my running pals and myself, I chugged a protein shake and headed out the door.  It was clear to me before the first mile was even ran, that this was going to be one heck of a challenge.  I was excited to enter into the '20's'.  That was until fatigue set in around mile 13, after a couple miles of running (er, tripping) over gravel roads.  It was at this point I was no longer excited for this adventure.  I loathed it, hated it, despised it.  I trudged on a bit more. Somewhere between mile 14 and 15 I hit that very real wall.  I hung my head low and shamefully called my dear husband.

"Come get me" was all I needed to say.  He loaded our three children in the truck and rushed to my rescue.
In order for him to find me, I needed to back track about a mile to an old country post office.
Holy cow, that beaten wooden bench adorning the front porch felt SO good on my butt!

As I waited for him to arrive ( hey, I'd ran to a whole other town!), I felt so embarrassed.  How could I have failed? Why couldn't I have kept going?  Was I ever going to be capable of running a marathon in just 2 months?
It was not until some food, a bath, (encouragement from my husband), and a nap that I realized this: I am human.  I fell short of my daily goal.  But, I will not give up on my ambitions and dreams.  Come April, I will triumphantly cross that finish line. 
What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

sugar pie, bye bye!

This week I have decided to take my marathon training to the next level.  Through running, cross training, and weight lifting, I have built some impressive ( I use that term loosely) muscles.  But I have not taken my diet as seriously as I should to get the full benefit. I'd like to not only be able to run 26.2 miles in April, but also look like I'm able to. I'm not your stereotypical runner, with lanky limbs.  I'm built more like a gymnast, muscular-like.  Which I'm happy about, except I'd be thrilled to loose some of the extra 'fluff' so that my muscles might actually be seen!  So I am on my fourth day of a 'Sugar Detox', trying desperately to avoid all processed sugar.  But, as I have already confessed to a close friend and my dear hubby, I slipped up and ate 3 Hershey kisses yesterday. (Hey, I'm trying!)  Aside from this, I've been eating tons of yummy produce, protein enriched smoothies, and ground turkey breast.  Good bye sugar pie, hello healthy eating!

Big Bonk

In the world of running, the term 'bonking' refers to running out of energy during a run.  I'm taking the liberty of using the word in reference to my training.  After Saturday's awesome 17 mile run I felt invigorated and quite elated.  These feelings of euphoria only last for a couple of hours.  By that evening my body became very tired.  I even felt feverish.  Thinking that a good night's rest was in order, I retired to bed early.  I woke up sleepy, endured the day wore out, and finished the evening feeling yet again feverish.  Monday morning was not any better.  After taking Morgan to school and then grocery shopping, I checked into the Y.  I reminded myself of my commitment to this Marathon and mounted the treadmill.  I wanted to cry, I could barely jog at a 5mph hour pace for 30 minutes.  What was going on with me?!

My dear running pal Shelia constantly reminds me during our runs, "Slow down! You're surging!".  I have a very hard time keeping a steady 6mph pace for the duration of our runs.  I want to go really fast.  After a bit of consideration yesterday afternoon, I came to this conclusion: I'm also surging with my training.  Just as I feel the need to pick up speed  and then struggle to keep up with the girls after a 'surge' in my running, I believe I'm doing that in my daily life.  Though the schedule may only call for thirty minutes of cross training on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I typically take a 1 hour class, followed by 1 hour of running.  Instead of jogging for 30 or 40 minutes on Mondays and Fridays, I normally jog for closer to 2 hours.  Going over what is scheduled for my body has finally caught up to me.  I have bonked.  From here on out, I will more faithfully follow my schedule in hopes to have enough energy to finish it in April!