So far, my training's been pretty good, aside from a couple of very minor setbacks. I'd say the overall mood of my blog has been pretty positive and upbeat.
The week leading up to today wasn't great. I managed to somehow pull my calf muscle just right in personal training on Tuesday to bring my shin splint problems back, forcing me to cut my run short on Wednesday and skip Friday's run altogether. Friday was also super hot outside, so I was better off.
Today, I'm going to be blunt: the run sucked.
First, I'd eaten way too much on Saturday, and specifically, way too much junk. I think I had 10 chocolate chip cookies by the end of the day -- I have a weakness for cookies -- and that was only the tip of the iceberg. I woke up this morning feeling gross.
Then I stepped outside. It was thankfully slightly cooler than the past few days, but it was like mother nature smothered me with an electric blanket and said "Here, try running! Muahahahaha!"
Then we got started. It was like trying to breathe water. And within a couple of minutes, each one of us developed our own swarm of gnats, which flew either over our heads or just behind for the entire run. We all looked pretty ridiculous, flailing our arms around to try to keep them from flying in our faces. During water stops, they'd dive-bomb our heads and try flying in our ears.
At each water stop, I had two cups of liquid, typically one Gatorade and one water. This is more than usual for me, but I was losing so much through my sweat that I had no choice. As a result, the 5 minutes of running immediately following each water stop was almost painful due to water sloshing in my stomach.
I had Gu at my third water stop. I tried vanilla this time, which was tolerable but not nearly as good as last week's chocolate. I don't think I would have completed the run without it, but was really hoping for a better flavor to pick me up.
There was one point about three-quarters of the way through where I nearly lost it. I was so exhausted that I thought I might have missed a turn, so overheated I wanted to melt. There were almost tears. Then, by some miracle, Madonna came through my headset and sang:
You push me
To go the extra mile
You push me
When it's difficult to smile
You push me
A better version of myself
You push me
Only you and no one else
You push me
To see the other point of view
You push me
When there's nothing else to do
You push me
When I think I know it all
You push me
When I stumble and I fall
Keep on pushing like nobody
Every race I win
Every mood I'm in
Everthing I do
I owe it all to you
Every move I make
Every step I take
Everything I do
It's all because you push me
You push me
When I don't appreciate
You push me
Not to lie and not to hate
You push me
When I want it all to end
You push me
When I really need a friend
You push me
All I wanna do is cry
You push me
When it's hard for me to try
You push me
When I do it for myself
You push me
Only you and no one else
I know the original inspiration for the song is a relationship, but it ties back to my running journey in so many ways. I thought about Caitlin, about all the people battling blood cancers, and how they push me through my runs. When it's difficult to smile, when I want to cry and give up and go back to bed, the cause is what pushes me through.
It got me through that rough spot, and up the hell hill right before the end of our course (along with some Dragonstea din tei/Numa Numa). It took everything I had to get through the 11 miles today, but I survived. Thankfully, there was a icy-cold washcloth waiting for me at the end.
I almost broke down again when I got home and realized my husband was in the shower, as I'd been looking forward to that shower the whole ride home. When he got out of the bathroom, his shower had been so hot that I was hit by a wave of humidity, bringing back all of the pain I'd just been through for a moment.
But then I took a cold shower, came out to a plate of freshly-cooked eggs waiting for me, and took a moment to breathe (and drink lots more Gatorade). I'm exhausted but doing much better.
This week starts 5-day running weeks. I'm really hoping my shin holds on and the humidity takes a vacation. I'm heading to Rochester late this week to see friends, family and coworkers, and couldn't be more excited. I'll be running 13 miles next weekend with my friend Mike, who trained for a marathon last year, along the Erie Canal. Hurray for a change in scenery!

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