Disclaimer- If you're easily grossed out this post is not for you.
This past Saturday morning, I set out on my week 8 half training round two 10 mile run. After my miserable experience with week seven's nine mile run, I was feeling less than confident in my abilities. During that miserable run, one of my run buddies asked me, "What did you do differently?" Nothing, I rolled hard in the paint all week long! "Have you been resting?" No.Busted. "You should probably bring down your mileage" When someone with more experience than you gives you solid advice, you should take that advice. Thanks genius!
Week 7, I brought my mileage down, and took in more rest. My legs were sore at the beginning of the week, in lieu of running, I completed time comparable cross training. However, the rule that I always follow for myself is to never allow my one long run to account for more than 50% of my weekly mileage. Going into Saturday's run, I had put up twelve miles for the week. I knew I could finish the ten mile run, however, I wanted to do more than finish. I wanted to do well. I wanted to feel good running. I wanted to find that feeling. The weather has been miserable at best and ultra miserable at worst. When I woke up Saturday morning, humidity was at 93% dew point 73. Awesome. Whatever though, I hadn't had high hopes, just log the miles.
Starting off the day with Spark! and a protein bar, I hit the door and took off to meet my people! Everyone is training for different races and running different distances, for the most part we start the run together and have coffee together at the end, occasionally we see each other on the road etc. I had planned to take off one direction on my own (where I had hidden my coldest water bottle) however, some of the girls were running a seven mile route and I thought, meh 10 miles is long time to spend by yourself! Impromptu reroute, I took off running with the seven mile group. We started off conservatively, I couldn't help thinking, this pace feels too slow. It feels good today and I want to make the best of it! The same Sole Sista with the bring down the mileage advice was feeling great too, so we set off on a more aggressive pace than normal.
The first 2 miles, we booked it together logging two back to back 9 minute milers. I haven't run that fast outdoors since the Spring, and it felt AWESOME! Legs were good, breathing was great, not thirsty, already hot and sweaty, but with the humidity that's to be anticipated. The seven mile group was venturing further and further from my secret water stops, so I had to turn off by myself and head back, which was good for me. I'd be glad I was closer to the main road later. Something wicked this way comes
My run buddy had 7 miles to run and I had 10, it probably wasn't the smartest idea to log such fast mileage right at the start. Whatever, I thought again, I'm sure the humidity will get the best of me momentarily. Enjoy it while it lasts! Three miles in, I hit my first water stop. I was shocked at how fast I was moving. A run hadn't felt so great since the spring, and I was loving every moment of it! I decided to bring down my pace a little bit, terrified the feeling would dissipate and I'd have a 9 mile run repeat.
I felt fantastic until mile 4.5. Not that I felt bad running, but I had what all long distance runners know as the shit-uation. The shit-uation always strikes at the worst times.Usually there's no bathroom around for miles, not even a dirty porta potty at a construction site. It's uncomfortable and most inconvenient, and can occasionally end very very badly with a highly embarrassing moment. Occasionally, lots of running will make you really really need to go number 2. Like right now yesterday.
I was in a real predicament. Here I was alone, at 6 something in the morning in a residential neighborhood, wearing hot shorts, and bathroom emergency. Fack. Fack. Fack . No bueno. I knew of a public bathroom near by, so all I had to do was get there, and I'd be all good. After some stop and go, lots of perseverance, and one really needy cat trailing me later, I made it to the restroom.
Another road block. The damn door is locked! Why is the door locked?! Nobody trusts anyone anymore?! Time to call for back up. This is not going to end well. The emergency was getting worse. At least it's so early in the morning no one will be around to witness your embarrassment so ya know, there's that. I was getting stressed. I was not about to have the most embarrassing moment of my adult life, during the best run I'd had in months! I was about 2 miles from my Mom's house. I called her. MOM! Help me!!!! I explained the shit-tuation to Mom, and she was on her way to swoop me up. I have to get dressed first Leigh Ann hang tight!
I will never be a full blown grown up. Mommy to the rescue! I decided it would be best for me to make my way closer to the main road where she could find me more easily. Did I mention I was in the middle of an ally, across from a jewelry store, dressed in all black, sweating bullets, alternating between sitting and standing? All 6 feet tall of me looking like a major creep. Awesome sauce.
I start making my way back to the main road, and the urge starts passing, Alright! Here we go I'm going to be ok! I made it to 5.5 and the urge is returning, with vengeance. Why am I wearing these ridiculously small shorts?! Is this really my life?! This is bad. Bad bad. I'm back to alternating between sitting and standing on the corner of the intersection looking like an even bigger creep, or a really poorly dressed street walker. There's a man in a truck staring me down. What the hell is wrong with her? Polite takes over and I decide to wave. He waves back. I love the south.
Where are you Mom?! I see her car across the intersection from me. I should mention this is a MAJOR intersection. It's early and there's not much traffic, but still a major intersection. I can't wait for the light to change. I have to get in the car. I have to sit. NOW.
Bolting across the intersection, I flung myself into the passenger seat (I made sure to stop my watch at this point, I'm not losing this awesome pace). I'm fairly positive I gave the woman waiting at the light behind my Mom a mini panic attack. After laughing hysterically at my shit-uation, she takes me to her house and I handle my business. Hallelujah, that was a CLOSE call. Mom drops me back off exactly where I hijacked my ride. You better hope this doesn't happen on race day! Ugh thanks Mom. I'm SURE I will be hearing about this for years to come. Remember that time you almost shit yourself in River Ranch?! Ha. Ha. (FYI- this isn't the first time this has happened to me,and I'm sure it won't be the last)
I'm back at the intersection, 5.5 miles in. I am going to finish this run! The whole ordeal pre pausing my watch had cost me some time, but whatever (theme of the day). Persist! I ate my first shot block and I'm back to cruising. I was really moving along, the run felt easy. I was ecstatic. This is why I enjoy running! I tried to be conservative with my pacing, after all, I'm only a little more than half way done. I ran to my original water stop I had abandoned. I got there and ate one more shot block. A little over 7 miles. Alright alright alright! Only a 5k to go, time to cruise! I put my pace into auto pilot and focused on getting back to the coffee shop.
I began thinking this summer training half wasn't such a bad idea after all. Struggles make us stronger, and training during this time of the year was obviously doing me favors. The run felt fantastic. Even with the humidity, even with the shit-utation, this was easily my best run of training. I felt unstoppable, I am woman hear me roar, I love to run!!! I looked down at my watch, mile 9, I'd run a 9:20 minute mile. I was running negative splits. This never happens for me at the end of a run. I was not about to lose my pace. Mile 10 I brought it on home with an 8:55. Snap, I was back! I really felt I could have run the half that day. I had finally found that feeling that had been evading me. Runners High, that is what it's all about.
I made it back to the coffee shop, the last one back. How was your run?! Ya'll, let me tell you about what just happened to me! The shit-uation recap was hysterical, and my little story brought out other's close calls as well. The shit was a flying. There we were, the crazy sweaty ladies at 8am on Saturday, laughing hysterically about the most unlady like of events. Just another reason why, I LOVE these women.
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