I woke up before my alarm and ate my usual unsweetened mashed fruit with a tablespoon of protein powder. I also drank a huge amount of water. I strapped on my 22 ounce bottle of Gatorade mixed with GU. I was appropriately dressed.
The run started out fast, but that is what usually happens. It settled down around mile 7. Then I started slowing down. My upper back and side began to hurt. It subsided a bit when another runner also in marathon training mode slowed down to chat. That confirmed the fact that we were not the only crazy ones out there.
I miscalculated and we ended up running 15 instead of 14. So that was the icing on the hot sweaty cake. The good thing is that I finished the training. The bad thing is that it had my questioning my decision to run a marathon and I know better. I know better because I have already run 4 marathons. I have nothing to prove even though a sub 5 hour race would be nice. I also know that some runs are not as awesome as others. I know that that was one run out of the hundreds that I have done in my life. I know that I have probably had a much worse run and that the fact is that I don't remember is a good thing.
This Sunday is a 10 miler. And I will go into it well prepared with a great attitude.