When I left the house, I wanted to do at least five miles but was hoping for six (which was my furthest distance to date). I had been feeling in a distance rut lately. I have gotten very comfortable running five miles.
Of course as soon as I left the house, it started to rain. But I embraced the rain. After all, it did keep me cooler.
I really tried to channel my inner child and enjoy the rain.
Despite the rain, I found myself pushing to go faster. And then I was pushing myself to go further. Each time I got to a turning point that would head toward home, I opted not to take the turn.Once I got to six miles, I almost started to cry. I realized the moment my GPS six miles, every additional step was a PDR. I could have quit at 6.1 miles and still been happy. But something inside me was on fire.. I channeled EMZ and her mantra.. "you.FREAKING.got.this!"
I wanted to push myself. And push I did.
7.2 miles!!!!!
The last half mile, I started to feel a little dizzy and mildly disoriented. But I finished it out strong.
As soon as I got home I jumped in the bath to make sure my legs got some love. I wish I could have taken an ice bath, but I have never taken one and I am so scared it'll be painful and really cold.
For some reason, I have felt so sick all night since I have gotten home. Very nauseous. I think from now on, if I run that far I will need to take some type of fuel with me. I'm not sure what though. Just a gatorade? Something solid? Anyone have any tips as to when to fuel and what to fuel with? I have never even brought water with me. But I think the delirium was a clue that 7+ requires something.
My next goal:
What's the furthest you have run? How far is your long run scheduled for this week?
Any tips on fueling during long training runs?
