Mommy Hobbies running: training
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
The weather has been wacky. It went from sunny and gorgeous overnight to rainy with a side of hail. Cold and confusing. Saturday I went for my long run. I was dreading it a little, because, yes, I’m human and I dread running for long extended periods of time sometimes. On the weekends, I try to run a minimum of 5 miles and really push for 8. It’s a nice number and around here it’s the furthest I can go without putting myself in harms way on the main road (at least that I’ve found).
My second half-marathon is in two weeks. It’s going to be a doozy. The hills are non-stop. I’ve already prepared myself to run as well as I can and not expect to beat my previous half-marathon time. The race is a lot smaller with less motivational distractions( i.e the live bands and thousands of bystanders yelling encouragement, or little kids standing with their hands outstretched waiting for you to high-five. all so wonderful). Try only 600 applicants compared to the 25,000 from D.C. So, yes, I have a feeling I won’t be running on air, but fumes by the time I get to the finish line. I’m ok with that! They say every race is different and I’m eagerly awaiting the challenge of the hills. I’m not afraid of them at all, because they’re very familiar to me, but I know what hills and heat make and it’s not the best combo. Praying that the weather is about 70 with the occasional soft breeze to accompany me through the small town of Danville.
So anyway, I really ran my paces on Saturday. I took the most challenging route and then tacked on an extra mile for two reasons: number 1, I was SO parched and there was a stream up the way, number 2 because it was only one extra curve in the road to even out the first half of my run to 3 miles. Why not go the extra mile, right?
Yes, I stopped at stream and drank. I saw two snakes in the water and I was really hoping there weren’t any cows up stream. It’s official. Now that summer is almost here I MUST run with water. It got to a point where I was a little crazed and desperate enough to knock on someone’s door.
The first half of my run I was parched and crazy, while the second half of my run I was desperately needing to use the restroom. Every bush looked so inviting and I was mentally kicking myself for wearing a neon green shirt because lawd knows even a helicopter could spot me. So, I gritted my teeth and just kept running. On my last hill before the house I found the perfect little spot in the trees and I almost stopped…almost. But I made it home. Thank.the.lord!!
All the while, I kept chanting to myself that I was training and this might happen on race day so I needed to push myself. The heat, the lack of water, the hills, the insane urge to use the toilet…training.
Now, the course will have water, so I won’t be dying of thirst, but pushing myself through heat and hills is par for the course…and the bathroom? Well, that’s just plain silly and I will watch my diet before the race to ensure I will not find myself racing for a thicket along the course.