So, today I ran 11 miles.
It wasn't pretty, in fact, it was really really really hard. I wanted to stop several times. I wanted to cry several times. I was hot, bothered, tired, and fatigued.
My blood sugars were great, which was a definite plus. I stopped to test and was 152. Not bad. Around mile 5, I began chugging the absolutely delicious Margarita flavored Clif Shot Bloks. Now, that was quite possibly the best part of my run!
I was good for the next few miles...then the evil wicked mile 9 struck. I now know what it means to hit a wall. I was really depleted...totally spent, and wanted to just sit my body down and cry. But, then I remember reading somewhere that we don't stop when we're tired...we stop when we're done. And I wasn't done yet. So, on I went. Barely, but I went...
I gathered myself and just gutted out the next 2 miles. Mile 11 was the longest mile of my life. But, I did it.
I know how important training is now. When I am running my half, I will no doubt experience all of the emotions and physical sensations I experienced today. And I will know that I can run through them and be victorious.
So, I keep training. I keep pushing myself further and further to the edge of what I think is possible. Then I run past those limits and learn valuable lessons.
I am proud that I didn't stop because I was tired. I stopped when I ran 11 miles.