I was just sitting down at the computer, catching up on stuff, trying not to focus on the fact that I am not supposed to run!#$%! One spends so much time adding up the milage, getting into the rhythm of jogging all the time, only to taper back the week of the race. I am going to go for the full distance. Although I feel like I missed out on a lot of training, I feel that I am between being ready for a 1/2 and a full. So might as well go for the full monty. Three weeks ago I was able to do my longest run, just short of 20 miles. It was 78 degrees, and I ran out of water and snacks at mile 12. In the heat (this was the first really warm day of the year, and it was humid out) and without water, I went down to a power walking pace for the last few miles, and still felt good at the end. I figured from that day, if I could complete a very hilly course, without proper nutrition at almost 3,000 feet elevation, I could finish 26.2 at sea level with proper food and water. And so for the month of June, my life has been nothing but vineyard and training for this Saturday.
Of course, after my really long run, I talked with my friend Shawn. I told him about my adventure and my choice of course. The course was a hilly 9+ mile trek out into the middle of no-where and back (during the entire 4 hour ordeal, I only saw one car, and cell phone reception is not really consistent). After my story, Shawn asked why I did not choose a shorter route, and just run multiple laps, that way, I could stay properly hydrated and if something went wrong, I was close to civilization and help. Logic stinks!!!
