Why, you might ask, would I choose to run 17 miles on a treadmill? Sometimes you do crazy things, like sign up for a marathon which puts the longest runs of your training schedule during your husband's busiest time of the year at work. When the signing up took place, your brain tricked you into thinking you could make it all work so smoothly and conveniently. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
In spite of reality hitting me in the face lately, I did what I had to do. In fact, somewhere around mile nine, I asked myself how I was going to make it the rest of the way. I told myself, "You just do it." (Thanks Nike!) After my pathetic previous week, I had to get my training back on track and just get 'er done.
Pathetic would be one tempo run and one speedwork run, followed by a weekend of scheduling and rescheduling my long run, 12 miles that never happened. So last Monday, I reminded myself that my half marathon was three weeks away, my marathon seven.
My total going into the weekend was 14 miles (all but two on the treadmill). I didn't schedule my long run, because rescheduling it over and over just causes frustration and makes me want to bag the whole thing, so I just told myself to make it happen. And I did. I stepped off the treadmill at 11 pm Sunday night. I don't like running on Sundays; it is the one day we have to spend as a family. But with the hubby working until 5 pm Saturday and a prior commitment from 5:30-8:00 that night, it wasn't going to happen on Saturday. (I forgot to mention the hubby sets the alarm for 1:05 am most mornings, so a morning run is out of the question.) So Sunday night it was, after everyone was in bed. Like I said, it wasn't easy or fun. Yet it wasn't totally worthless either (besides the obvious fact that I was running). My tread 17 taught me:
- There isn't much on TV on summer Sunday nights. I learned more than I want to know about former playmate Kendra and her new football hubby.
- The treadmill automatically pauses when it hits 100 minutes. Not great for your momentum.
- I really like Vanilla Bean Gu.
- The treadmill starts smelling funny after about 10 miles. I think it gets tired too.
- There's something to be said for having quick, easy access to the bathroom.
- Next time I do a long run, I am taking a picture of the treadmill before I turn it off since Garmin doesn't accompany me on my treadmill runs. There's something about having proof of running that far.
When my husband woke me just before 2 am to say goodbye, he asked if I finished my 17. I said yes, but I didn't know if I would ever make it 26.2. "You will," he said. Today, in spite of my sore legs (behind my knees, what's up with that??), tender hip and sleepy eyes, I think he might be right. I can do it. It won't be easy, but it won't be on the treadmill either. My 20 this weekend might though...