This week is incredibly hectic. I have a show this weekend in Brockport. It is the first time the Brockport Arts Festival is being held in the parking lot of the college campus. I am not going to be able to run 14 miles on Saturday, as usual, because I will be trying to sell my fabulous products (wildmountainorganics). I then think that I will have to run on Sunday after a day of selling products in the pounding heat. It is not a pleasing thought.
I run my usual run for the week - 4, 5, 4, 5 Monday through Thursday. I am getting used to this, I think. I then decide that I should run the 14 miles on Monday morning rather than try to kill myself on Sunday night.
As soon as I decide this, the tension leaves. I no longer feel this ridiculous pressure to run over the weekend.
And Monday looks as though it will be fairly nice with much less humidity. Woo hoo!
But that also means that I won't have a run scheduled from Friday through the weekend. Well, I can't take three days off. It might ruin everything I have worked toward. So I decide to try to run after the show on Saturday.
Of course, after the hectic show, the last thing I want to do is run. In fact, I think I would prefer root canal surgery.
Then I run. And I run quite rapidly - well, rapidly for me. I am on fire and feeling wonderful. Perhaps there is something to running when one is exhausted. I should consider this.
I return home and feel rejuvenated. I finally have the thought that I might be able to run 14 miles. This is a daunting figure since I've run 12 and that's been my personal best. Fourteen would take me over the top and make me a runner. Of course, 12 should do that, but I am a freaking overachiever. Good news.
I have a route mapped that will take me past my mother's house. This is good since I can drop some Gatorade at her house and pick it up on my way. I figure it will take me two Gatorade's to make this trip. I will swap my empty bottle for the full bottle and be on my way.
Monday is gorgeous! The sun is out, but it's cool, and not nearly so humid. I am off at 6:30 a.m. to beat any nasty heat! And I am plodding along doing quite well. There is one road on the route that is full of uphills that makes me nervous but I do it without a problem. In fact, I wake my mother up (8:30, mom? I should say it's time to get your ass out of bed.). She asks me to sit and rest for a minute. I tell her if I do that she will have to drive me home because I won't be going anywhere. She can't believe that I have run from my house to hers. Quite frankly, neither can I.
I take off with my new Gatorade and head the 5.5 miles home from her house. It is primarily downhill so I am excited about this.
I get to the top of this small hill that always kicks my ass at the end of a long, long bike ride and that's when it hits me. Shit, you are tired and might die. But with about two miles to go, I am sure not stopping.
The signal at Three Rod Road and Broadway changes several times before I get to it. If there are no cars on Three Rod, the signal may take a while to change. It may also take me a minute to get across Broadway. I am hoping for a long signal. And then a car drives up. I wanted to beat the trunk of this car! Can't you see that you are my reprieve! I can't stop and take a break on my own, but a forced break? That's okay! Bastard!
Broadway is tough. I get to 14 miles and stop. I can go no further, but I just ran 14 miles. I think I posted it on Facebook after I came in and drank a gallon of water and bathed. What an accomplishment. I think I might actually be able to run this bitch of a marathon!
Fourteen miles is longer than halfway. I am more than halfway there. I can't believe I can do this! I am pretty proud of me!
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