So last Saturday was my last really long run (’cause apparently 16 miles is a very reasonable short run) before my marathon. Anyway, I had to sneak it in before a long day of soccer games, football games and birthday parties. Super awesome and normal, right?
Ridiculously early morning. I got myself prepped and waited for twilight…but not THAT one…
I got started in the drizzle. Which then turned to rain. By mile 3 all I could see was dimmed lights indicating the rest of Orange County was still sleeping and smell donuts frying. I had no idea until that very moment that it was some sort of unwritten code that in Southern California you MUST have a donut shop at every, single, flipping, strip mall.
To get real vulnerable…I had cramps, it was cold, it was wet and I was day dreaming about the fried, fluffy folds of dough who’s smell freakishly permeated the air. I was practically in tears – not my norm. So I did what every sane 30 year old mother of 3 does.
I. called. my. mom.
Yep. My mom. Apparently I’m 5.
I whined, I complained and kept running. Her brilliant advice: “Well you only have like 16 miles to go”.
I’m glad she didn’t use that same line when I was in labor. “Hang in there honey, you only have 6 more centimeters to dilate.” I would have killed her.
By mile 8 I fielded a few more phone calls (am I the only one who does that? I call people or breathlessly answer my phone and shout, “I’m running, tell me stories!”) and was totally in my groove. I totally rocked the last rest of my run.
Lesson learned: Even when I SO don’t want to do it, and am desperate enough to call my mommy (good night!) to get through my run, it’s worth it. It actually ended up being a great training run.
Oh and as an added bonus. Courtesy of wet shoes from the rain starting at miles 1-2 I found myself to be the proud owner of a 2.5 inch blister that ate up my entire arch. Giving my water wicking socks (that I normally love) a rating of: EPIC FAIL.