Oh yea, you get to read through all my rambling before you find out what THAT means! ;)
Today was a long run. I have been looking forward to it and dreading it for different reasons. I was looking forward to it because I wanted to run 6 miles in hopes that it would alleviate my nerves about registering for the 10K in June! I was not looking forward to it b/c my trusty running partner is having some issues lately. He doesn't read this blog, but I guess if he ever ran across it, I'm not sharing anything that is too personal. I hope.
Dallas has been having a string of "bad runs". From the outside, it looks like he's getting in his head a bunch and expecting perfection. Maybe he expects too much, but I don't think that is all that's going on. He doesn't care for running outside and has run his longest miles on the treadmill. He ran 6 miles about 2 weeks ago and now cannot seem to even get to 3 without stopping with some issue. His shins will bother him, he will get bad stitches in his sides or he will just say he can't go any further. I have tried to support him and I'm just unsure what to say or do, this morning he actually said that I was NOT helping by talking to him about how you can get in your head. *sigh*
So, after having run on the treadmill twice, I urged him to run long outside with me just once this week. I parked in the middle of the trail (paved) that we were running so that we could run out 1.5 and then back so we could grab a drink at 3 miles from the car and then run the other direction for another 3. We started off slow, but I was determined to keep the pace really slow so he didn't feel he was pushing too much. It was much slower than I have been running, around 11:30-11:45 pace. I even got a picture while running! My least blurry run-shot yet. They are usually a blurry mess, but I've been practicing. (gotta be able to take pictures during the PHM...I plan ahead!) ;)
It was a chilly start, but I was getting in my groove and warming up as we headed back for the 2nd 1.5 miles. Then, around 2.68, he stopped. (I stopped the Garmin too) He had a stomach ache and needed to go to the bathroom. I suggested we drive to the gas station and then finish the other 3 miles, but he didn't want to. Said his run was ruined, that he needed more treadmill work, he couldn't run outside...he was just so defeated and I felt so bad.
I drove him home and 20 minutes later I hit the start up button on the Garmin and continued my run, just at home in our neighborhood. Oooooh, it hurt! I guess that 15-20 minutes it took to drive home and head back out really did a number on my legs b/c I was pretty sore starting back up. I really needed to do this though, so I just decided to enjoy my run and not look at the Garmin for a while. No worries about pace or distance, just running. I think I had a permanent grin most of the time and eventually the soreness left me and I just enjoyed the sunshine!
When I got close to 5 miles I realized that I had not really drank anything and had definitely not refueled for this long run. Uh-oh. Well, too late now, I was nearly there! I pushed through and headed back towards home and I think I hit the wall! It was funny b/c in my head it went something like this:
"Is this the wall?"
"Yep, I think this is the wall."
"wait, you aren't supposed to be excited about hitting the wall"
"but I can blog about it!"
"Ugh. I don't think I can go another inch. It's like running in mud."
"just keep moving, slow down, but just keep on. One foot in front of another..."
"I'm totally blogging about this."
I loafed along, thinking I might just passout or trip and fall on my face. At some point a train went by, I was running parallel to it and the driver honked to me! I waved and that perked me up and I kept going. I couldn't cross the tracks because of the train, so I turned around and continued to run, seeing that I was at 6 miles and realizing that I could get to 6.2!
I crossed the tracks after the train was gone and headed towards out driveway, only to end up in the driveway at 6.18. I was annoyed, but I walked almost a half a mile with Dallas with the Garmin off, so I'm calling it close enough! LOL
I walked inside, opened the fridge and grabbed my gallon water jug but lost my balance and dropped the jug on the floor, spilling it everywhere and calling out to Rey at the same time. Down to the floor I went with my water and I just sat and rested. It was probably a little over-dramatic, but my knees were screaming at me and I just needed to sit for a minute. I asked Rey for something to put on my knees and he reached in the freezer and handed me frozen broccoli. It felt awesome.
My knees are still a bit sore this afternoon, but they just feel like I worked them hard, not injured. I feel like I pushed myself right to my limit and it feels awesome!
Have you ever had to try and support and lift someone up (figuratively) when they were having trouble with their running? What would you do if someone you loved was struggling with running while you were doing the complete opposite and growing in leaps and bounds?