Good lord. After a fairly easy 7 miles at Sawyer today (compared to the 9 miles of hill hell last week), Steph drops the bomb that next Sunday, we are going to do the full Sawyer trail, 12 miles. That gives us 3 weeks to taper off before the race on October 3rd. Now this week is going to be a test for me not to FREAK out at the thought of doing the entire trail. She says I can do it, I probably can, but what in the world am I gonna be like when I finish? I am a wreck after 7 and 9 miles. I decided I can't plan anything important on Sundays, because I spend hours after my runs feeling sick to my stomach, icing my shins, knees and heel, and limp my way through the rest of the day.
The good news is that today I ran farther and longer, found my pace and went with it while Steph went ahead. I am still playing with the nutrition, think I consumed too many Shot Blox and was nauseous during the run. I just want to KNOW the right thing for my body and am really tired of the trial and error. It sucks. I hate feeling sick to my stomach for hours after my long runs. This is going to make me not want to keep running after my 1/2. And the thing is, I can see myself continuing twice a week in addition to getting back to my Les Mills classes, once 24 hr fitness gets them and I switch gyms.
Before last Sunday's 9 mile run, I worked myself into a frenzy at the thought of 9, so much that I was sick to my stomach that morning. I am seriously going to need talking off the ledge from friends this week so that I can wrap my head around 12 miles. All I know is that if I can do that, then the 13 mile 1/2 will be a breeze (who am I kidding?) I need to pack a fold up scooter to take with me so I can ride in the last few miles. 12? 12? Crap.
I got nothing else. Tired, physically and emotionally, and need to vegetate and go to bed soon. Thank goodness I am off tomorrow. SIGH.
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