This is on my mind b/c tomorrow I’m up for my first 20 mile run since the marathon. (I know, right?) It’s been almost 3 full months, to the day, since I’ve asked my body to perform heroic acts and put up a number that starts with a 2. Yes…a 2. And to be honest, anything in the twos is the big leagues to me. So I’m kind-of overwhelmed, a little freakin’ scared and a bit like, “Oh f*. Seriously?”
Yesterday I read through a few old blog posts, specifically the ones following each 20+ mile throw down. Here’s a quick peek at how they all shook out:
20 Miler No. 1 — (Which you NEVER forget), almost wrecked me. I left everything out on the trail that day — my legs. Some tread. A few tears. My heart. My bloody hip bones. Some skin. My soul. (Everything in my “git-er-done” tool box.) The only thing I brought back was my pride…and that was the day I learned, PRIDE is ENOUGH.
20 Miler No. 2 — I was up for 14 miles that morning, so I ran out 7 and back. I then looked at Andi and said, “I’ve got to keep going.” So we went out one and back. (Now we’re at 16.) Then finally, out two and back. (To hit 20.) That day I learned to GET while the GETTIN’ is GOOD.
20 Miler No. 3 — Was actually 22 miles, and the weather was on the fast-track to hot as sh*t. I ended up half-neked in front of 179 bird watchers as I swapped shirts (in public). At mile 20, it dawned on me that if it were race day, I’d still have 6.2 miles to go. (For the love of all things holy, that’s almost another half of a half marathon.) Not only that, but my body was like, “Yeah…um. So glad we did this today. I did my part. I’m freakin’ OUT OF HERE.” My lesson? No matter how hard you train, it’s your heart (and sheer grit) that will carry you home.
20 Miler No. 4 — Was the marathon. At mile 22 (of 26.2), I came to a mental fork in the road. Either I could start crying my a** off and flail around on the ground, (which I desperately wanted to do), or I could get p*ssed and let anger propel me to the finish line. I can’t say I consciously chose anger, but it’s what showed up…and worked. On race day my lesson was: Yep, I got this done…and in a respectable amount of time. But I should have been stronger.
Listen. I know there are runners in the world who throw on their shorts, lace up their treads, bang out a mean 20 miles and then get on with their day. I’m NOT that girl. I have to earn my time in the big leagues. As I chew on tomorrow’s run, it’s hard to believe the outcome is worth it. But somehow, (and miraculously), it always is.
So today, I’m on the straight and narrow: I’m eating clean and skipping the ice cream. (Damn it.) I’ll be in bed by 9 pm…and up before the rooster even knows he’s supposed to crow. My intention is to slide in somewhere under 3:30. And somehow, put 20-Miler No. 5 to bed with ease, grace and just a bit of BK swagger.
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P.P.S.S. I finally figured out how to mask my bruised and black toenail. I am a genius. lol. (Just kidding on the genius part, but it worked!)