My 10-miler is in just under 2 weeks now and I am starting to get nervous. I know I’m preparing myself and training properly but there’s something about these events that always gets my stomach a bit jumpy up until about 15 minutes into the race. Part of it is the excitement and taking everything around me in, and part of it is not wanting to disappoint anyone with a poor race or a DNF (did not finish). Silly I realize but there it is. This last week, my knees have been feeling the pinch of the last 2 months of solid training and increased mileage. I did my 5 mile run on Monday and Tuesday I was really feeling stiff. Wednesday was supposed to be a 4 mile run (the same distance I rocked out to last week!) but with hubby playing softball and golfing nearly every day from Wednesday on, I figured it would be a good time to take extra rest and let my knees breathe a bit. Friday night was girls night! I seriously haven’t had one with this group in about 2 years. It was long over-due! We had a blast! Thai food, cheesecake, great wine and amazing company. Win-win-win-win!
Saturday I didn’t get up and out in time to do my scheduled 10 miles in the morning before hubby had to leave for softball (can you believe BOTH my kids slept in until 7am?!) so I was debating if I should try to get up early and run before church on Sunday or go out Saturday evening. As it turned out, my sister-in-law needed a lift to the airport so hubby took Fit Boy with him and dropped them off. I was left with Baby O. and a choice. I, once again, reminded myself that excuses don’t get results so after I put Baby O. to bed, I decked myself out in my new shoes and compression socks (I seriously feel so badass when I wear knee high socks…I have no idea why!) and hit the treadmill downstairs. I told myself, I’d do 5 miles that night and 5 the next morning. As the time went on, I kept saying “one more mile”. Before I knew it, I had done 10 miles on the dreadmill. I was completely soaked. My basement is humid so it was a good 15 degrees warmer down there than outside. I have blisters on my feet and my deodorant failed around mile 6 but I got it done.
It was the most boring run I have ever been on. Ever. But I got it done. If that don’t make me a supreme Bad Ass Mother Runner (thank you Another Mother Runner for coining the best term for mom runners everywhere!), I don’t know what does! How did you rock out this past weekend? What do you plan to do this week to show us all your bad self?