Today, I accomplished something I thought impossible: 20 miles of running. I was nervous going in, having taken nearly the entire week off of training runs to try to rest my aching knee. Thankfully, while it definitely ached, it held together enough that I didn't need to stop.
The run wasn't easy. I suffered due to some mistakes I definitely made in prep (lesson learned!):
- I should have eaten a healthier dinner last night.
- I should have slept more before the run.
- I drank a lot of water yesterday, but I should have had more.
- I should have dragged myself out of bed sooner and ate more pre-run.
By halfway through, I was definitely hurting. My joints ached -- something I'm used to from long runs -- but on top of it, I was shaky and slightly dehydrated. It didn't help that it was warm and humid outside! I was thankful for Gu, Gu Chomps and Gatorade for giving me the sugar I needed to keep going.
Today's course was also hillier than most we've done, which of course was great training for me as I prepare for San Francisco, but also challenging! The coach left messages on the road in chalk for us -- "GO TEAM," "U ROCK," "KILL THE HILL" -- helping us through some of the rougher points by reminding us that we weren't alone.
As I reached the final hill, one that we climb toward the end of every training run, I was truly ready to stop, but knew I just had to push a little further. About half way up, at about 18.5 miles through the course, I found another chalk message:
THIS
HILL
SUCKS
At this point I smiled and laughed, knowing how true it was. But then I saw the message continued:
BUT
CANCER
SUCKS
WORSE
This is when I learned that crying and running don't mix.
At that moment, I saw Caitlin running beside me, along with everyone else in my life and my friends' lives who are battling cancer. My pain wasn't my pain anymore -- it was theirs, and I was just experiencing a taste of it. My pain was nothing.
Of course, at that exact moment, some guy was running down the same side of the road in the opposite direction, so I had to try to hold myself together. I knew he wasn't going to get it. The crying then closed my airways a bit, triggering something similar to an asthma attack, so I wheezed my way up the rest of the hill. Despite this, I conquered the rest of my run and crossed the streamer "finish line" that my coach held out for me with pride.
I walked back to my car and found this:

I love my Team!
I tried driving home with it on my window, but there wasn't enough tape to hold it on. I had to pull over to take it off before it flew away. Whoops!
It's with heartfelt appreciation that I thank everyone who has donated so far, including this week's sponsors: Chris Hall, Caitlin Niles, Jen Bergman and Kat. We're almost there! Three weeks until race day, and 70% of the way to my fundraising goal! My feet may hurt, but I'm proud to help kick cancer!

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