First, thanks for all of the advice I received when I asked how I should proceed with today's long run when I felt so awful yesterday.
I ended up sticking to my plan and headed out as early as possible with dear hubby to do my run. He knew where to drop me off and we had a meet up plan that would be somewhat in the middle of my run. My hope was that running with him would give me the support I needed to get to 22 miles.
My plan was great but my body didn't hold up as well as I anticipated.
I started out with a reasonable pace and was aiming on not starting too fast as I wanted to finish stronger. Essentially, I wanted to incorporate negative splits. I was feeling really good for really long. I didn't even feel too bad when I ran up the dreaded Wailea hill with my dear hubby at about mile 14 (or was it 15?). Our pace slowed but I didn't feel like I was dying. That came about a mile or so later. All of a sudden my legs felt like lead and my whole body ached.
I tried to focus on running in the now and not thinking about what I had left to do to get to 22 miles. However, I did decide we could turn earlier to head back. My thought was that if I got to feeling stronger, which has happened before, I could pass my end point and head back again.
As the end point approached, I was still feeling like I was running beyond empty and I kept telling myself this was an awesome training run. I really wanted to see what I would do when my mind and body kept telling me to stop. So what did I do? I bargained with myself at mile 19. I told myself if I could pick up the pace for one more mile I could call it a good run at 20 miles (remember, my goal was 20-22 miles and I did receive some advice that if I had to do 16, it would be okay...thanks Matt!). I made it pass the 16 mile mark already and I think I shocked dear hubby when I picked up the pace for my final mile.
I really did hope that when I found that inner strength it would carry me a little longer...okay, a little longer than it did. I wanted this to be my longest run yet and I made it to 20.14 miles (0.01 longer than my last longest run). And trust me, when I hit that mark I felt I had nothing else to give. Therefore, I see today as a successful run with an average pace of 9'09". Not my best pace but I didn't give up as early as I wanted to. My splits are below.
Once that marathon comes, I will have all my ducks in a row and I will succeed!!
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