Well, we're at the halfway mark--we both ran 13 miles yesterday, a half marathon. :) And then came home, ate lunch, went to a dance scene rehearsal for a musical we're in at our church and then had dinner and watched Harry Potter with some of our friends. It was a good day. And I was just glad we could walk at the end of our 13 miles, as opposed to the last time we did that distance in January, for the Houston Half Marathon.
We couldn't run on Saturday morning because of a volleyball tournament that Landon played in and I watched and took some pictures of, so on Sunday we got up and went to early service then headed straight to the gym around 10am, because it was just too stinkin' hot to run outside. We opted instead for 130 laps around a .1 track at the Bally's by our house. It was a lot of turning.
Landon did awesome. He was strong and on pace almost the whole time and finished really close to his goal time--he ran 13.1 miles in a little over 2 hours. That's almost 30 minutes faster than we did the Houston Half marathon in, back in January. Way to go babe! I'm SO proud of you!!
I, on the other hand, had a horrible day. When we got to the gym I realized that my Garmin was out of battery because I had forgotten to charge it the night before, so I didn't have a watch to pace myself with. Which was really frustrating, because when we ran our 12 miles 2 weeks ago my Garmin wasn't working right--the satellites couldn't get reception for some reason--so I didn't have it to pace myself then either. So on that day I decided just to run and ended up running 12 miles at about an 11:30 pace, finishing in 2:18, a little over a mile behind Landon. And I didn't feel like I was pushing myself to go fast that day; I just wanted to finish and run it all. And it was HOT.
Yesterday, we were at the gym. It was actually relatively cool, we had water when we needed it, it was not crowded. Much better conditions than last week, weather wise. I started off at about an 11 minute pace, because I didn't want to die halfway through, like I did on our 10 mile run a little while ago at the gym. And after about a half mile of so, I stopped checking my timer on my Ipod ever lap and just tried to keep that pace. I just tried to zone out and run and click my lap counter every time a lap went by. For the first 3 miles or so my ankle/shin muscle was cramping up and I had to stop about 30 minutes in to stretch it out, so I could keep running. Aftet that though, the first 2 hours just flew by. I expected to have run about 10-11 miles by that time, because I knew I wasn't going fast, but I was working to not let myself slow down (or so I thought). I thought I was running at least a little faster than my pace on our 12 miles run; I was still getting passed by Landon, but it didn't feel like any more than usual and I just kept telling myself that I had to run my race and let him run his, because it sucks to get lapped like that. But, at the end of 2 hours I was excited because I was still feeling good, well ok, at this point--I didn't feel fatigued yet.
Then, Landon finished at a little over 2 hours and I finally looked at my lap counter and I had only run 9 miles, meaning I was 4 miles behind him. And I did the math in my head and knew I must have been going really slow and that I wouldn't finish in under 2 and a half hours. I felt like crying. And the last 4 miles were so hard, mainly because I was so disappointed in myself. I did the best I could though at that point and finished in 2:45, right at about a 5:30 marathon pace, about 20 minutes slower than I was hoping to run my 13 miles in today. And, 10 minutes slower than Landon and I ran the Houston Half marathon in January, and we walked off and on throughout that whole race. I think that's what really got me.
When we finished I went in the locker room to get my stuff and just sat down on the bench and cried. I was so mad. I spent the next hour or so trying to figure out what happened--if I was really just running a lot slower and getting lapped a lot more than I thought I was because I'm struggling with really finding my pace, if I forgot to click my lap counter 10 laps or so out of the 130 that I ran and ended up running an extra mile or so, if the track is a little over a .1 track (which is Landon's theory based on how he felt about his pace on his run) and each mile is really a little more than a mile. Who knows. And what's frustrating is that because my watch wasn't working (which is totally my fault) I won't be able to find out.
I know though that it's just one run and that my run yesterday does not predict my race on October 11th. I know training for a marathon, especially on long runs, is mainly just about getting your miles in and getting your body used to running for that long. So, I'm trying to be positive about it, even though it's not how I'm feeling--I'm still mad about it, even today. :) But, in an effort to be positive, I keep telling myelf that I have now actually run 13 miles straight, which is the farthest I've ever run, I've now run for 2 hours and 45 minutes without stopping, which is the furthest time that I've ever run, and that now I know 2 things I am going to be working on in our work outs this week--really pushing to keep my pace and not letting myself off the hook when I get tired and want to slow down, and finding my marathon pace and getting a feel for it, because of the options of things that led to my time yesterday, that's the only one I can do anything about. :) And at least I wasn't dying yesterday after 2 hours, because it makes me feel like I can definitely push myself more next week, and definitely need to, because a 12:30 pace is a lot slower than I want to be running in the actual race.