Yesterday, I officially set my own personal record of mileage distance: 15 miles. I struggled earlier in the week wrapping my mind around running 15 miles (I still am mentally avoiding 26.2). But, with my Nathan’s hydration belt strapped on, Gu in my pocket and my phone for potential conversation, I took to the American Tobacco Trail with positive thoughts.
I felt great. The weather was perfect: not below freezing (as my 8 mile run Saturday morning started at 31F) and not too warm. There was moderate use of the trail — not as crowded as it can be. I truly enjoyed the run. Once I hit the 14 mile mark, I will fully admit that I was ready to be done. But, I finished with a smile on my face.
In attempts to thwart cramping, I am trying to increase my hydration on a daily basis. I have placed a self-imposed limit on the amount of coffee I’m drinking. This is also due to my abuse of creamer (oh, how I love you International Delights!), which is not helping my caloric intake. Two cups max. I’m making the return to the land of tea. Ibprofen is on standby today — withdrawal headaches looming.
Next Sunday’s run is 17 miles. Again, that number sounds like a beast. But, I’m less nervous than I was last week at this time. I know I can do it. Hopefully, I can still finish with a smile on my face.