I didn't even stop when, around mile 13, I realized that my hamstrings were well and truly fucked.
There was a point after which it was harder and more painful to walk.
I hobbled the whole rest of the day, which, thankfully, never involved leaving the house.
I learned some things about my hydration packs that I'm not fond of and I may or may not post in more detail about that soon. What it boils down to, essentially, is a need for more water and less chafing.
You heard me.
That run was the last long run before this Sunday's Urban Cow Half Marathon. I'm pretty sure I can finish the half marathon. Without dying. I do, however, feel slightly panicked and like I'd really rather take it back and pretend that I never said I'd run this.
With one browser I'm refreshing the race's website as if there might be something new & enlightening to calm me down and with another browser I'm researching options for 50K's next spring.
As freaked out as I am about running the half marathon and then the marathon in December, why does the thought of running a 50K seem normal and perfectly doable? Maybe because next spring is so far away, surely I can cover that distance by then.
Of course, the speed I tend to run is probably way more suited to ultra runs than to shorter distance runs. Like that marathon. Because I'm slow, running for hours at a time is pretty status quo. No big deal.
Run for six hours? No big.
Maybe it's as simple as I'm completely batshit crazy.
And, yes. I am already looking at races for 2012.
Even though I'm totally freaked out about the three I have left for 2011.
PS: Run to Feed the Hungry: yes or no? Mind you that it's about ten days before That Marathon.