Sunday Christine and I were scheduled to run nine miles. C mapped out a couple of options and she let me choose our route. The course I chose took us over to Discovery Hills which is the furthest I've ever run away from my neighborhood. All my training runs around the neighborhood were either within a few miles of home or I would go to Mission Bay or Carlsbad to run. So, this was new to me.
Our first mile took us up an incline. We did it with no problem, but I was definitely out of breath. The route was relatively flat with a few hills in just the right places. About the 4 mile mark, I had to go to the bathroom which conveniently was where C had stashed some ice cold Gatorades for us. This was about the time I looked up and realized how far away it seemed we were from home. Thankfully C knew the way because we went down roads I had never traveled before and I saw some really nice homes.
The weather was just beautiful on Sunday. There was a nice breeze and the sun was out. I walked more than I wanted, but we still did the full nine miles. My legs were getting sore around mile seven which I haven't experienced before.
My left leg (longer, stronger leg) is still sore today. I'm not sure how I'm going to run 13.1 miles in three weeks. I'm not ready. It is so frustrating to not be a good runner. Why can't I just get out there and run? So many people make it look effortless including my two running partners, Christine and Kristin. I feel like I struggle so much. I need to come up with a race plan that won't leave me disappointed in myself at the end of the half marathon. For the first time ever, it has crossed my mind to quit the half marathon. I won't because I'm not a quitter and I want to be there to experience it with C and Kristin, but more and more I'm realizing I'm not cut out for long distance running.
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