Well, Saturday's long run didn't exactly go as I had planned. I wasn't even going to do a post about it but the bad days are a part of this journey just as much as the good days so here it goes... Dog/house sitting for my friend in Marblehead took more of a toll on me than I ever imagined it would. Being out of my normal "routine" really threw me and my body for a loop. I got very little sleep, didn't do much training and my eating habits were definitely not what they should have been. When the alarm went off at 5am on Saturday morning and it was dark, dreary and rainy outside, I had no idea how I was going to psyche myself up to run 16 miles. After being awakened at 2am by the monster in my bed, aka Zeus, I barely fell back to sleep. But, I decided I couldn't give up without at least giving it a fair shot. So, I dragged myself out of bed, laced up my sneakers and off I went to meet my team in Wakefield. We set out on our run and I was quickly left in the dust by the other three members on my team. I knew then that it wasn't going to be a good run. At about mile 6.5/7 we entered Breakheart Reservation in Saugus and had to run through to Wakefield. I saw my dad there as I turned the corner. He came out on the course to surprise me and cheer me on and to snap a few "action shots". It was nice to see him there. Anyone who has been in Breakheart knows about the brutal hills that lie hidden between the trees. They took every bit of energy I had, which wasn't much to begin with. As soon as I got to the parking lot on the other side, I saw Lisa, Kelly, and Bran waiting for me with Gatorade. I knew I couldn't go on anymore. I nearly fell to the ground from exhaustion and dehydration. I had a bit of a mental and physical meltdown. Everyone was great and they were right there for me. I guess that's why we call them "mentors." Thank God my dad was there though. He was definitely there when I needed him most. He took me home and gave me a nice little pep talk on the way. So, instead of 16 miles on Saturday, I only got through 8. Needless to say, I spent the rest of Saturday and much of yesterday, sleeping and relaxing. I am now back home and back into my normal "routine" and it never felt so good. I was back at the gym this morning and I am looking forward to a great run tomorrow. I was bound to hit a bump in the road on this crazy journey, now it's time to get up, brush myself off and race for the finish!! I'm so close...
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