Running on Empty

Part of me wants to tell you in excruciating detail about my 20.65 mile run on Saturday and part of me wants to never think of that run again. From the start, my legs were shot. Could be that I stayed up too late the night before. Could be that I didn’t eat right. Could be that I shouldn’t have run so many hills in Vail. Maybe it was the 1,000 percent humidity. On the other hand, it might just be that the running gods are plotting my ultimate demise one mile at a time. In any case, I didn’t have the mojo on Saturday. I wish I was just being my dramatic little self when I tell you that I nearly didn’t make the finish line. The last 3 or 4 miles on Saturday were sheer willpower. My legs gave up the fight long before my stubborn mind forced me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Tim and MK met me at a few of the water stops. I announced that I might die at Mile 18. MK tried to cheer me by saying “at least if you die there will be relief from the pain you’re in right now.” I was so far gone that the statement seemed oddly comforting.

While I was stretching after the run, Maggie came over for a pep talk. I kid you not that she tried to relate to me by telling a story of how hard it was for her to run at a 6 minute mile pace on a run in Colorado. Mantra to self: Maggie is not human, Maggie is not human, Maggie is not human...

Let’s hope that this run was just a fluke because I couldn’t have run 6 more miles for all the shoes at the new HP Louboutin store (well, okay ... maybe for that ...).