I had all kinds of intentions to run all kinds of miles this weekend. And then I didn't. I decided to do things instead, like sleep in. Sometime between May and yesterday I decided to stop being a runner. Apparently. I set my alarm for 8 a.m., all hopped up and ready to hammer out 13 miles before work. Annnnnd then I woke up, and was all, "Hell no." Went back to sleep for another two-and-a-half hours.
However (yes, there is always a however, for I must redeem myself), I forced myself to go after work this evening. "Forced" is not used lightly. At all. I kind of kicked and screamed all day, until the second I literally took my first step of 13 miles.
"You guuuuys, I don't wannnnnt to."
Etc., etc., etc.
But the run was FANTASTIC. Look, guys - capital letters, even. All kinds of positivity and shit! Apparently I have some personality flaws - I'm too negative. Oh, and have bad hair. But this is neither here nor there. So, back to the run...
I ran through an area nature conservancy that I've heard lovely things about. It was awesome, loved every minute. Crushed gravel, green grass and trees and hills and blue sky.
I opted for a new nutrition plan, and downed an energy gel every 20 minutes. (With the intention of consuming about 300 calories every hour for workouts over an hour-and-a-half). (Which averages out to about 12 energy gels over the course of a marathon, where I was previously only taking four). (Huuuuge difference). (Excited to try it out). (Sorry for all the bullshit running jargon). (The nutrition plan worked today, FYI). (OK, enough with the parenthesis).
I brought my BlackBerry along in case I died or ended up lost in Tennessee, but turns out I only needed it to tweet halfway through the run. YES I TWEETED during a run. What? You'd do it, too, if you were absolutely crazy addicted to a damn piece of technology.
Turns out is also came in handy when my sister called during an energy gel stop and needed me to Google the lyrics to a song for her.
"Why, yes, turns out I DO have my BlackBerry AND access to the Internet and Google and all things absolutely necessary during a 13-mile run through a nature conservancy, DONT YOU WORRY."
So, there's that.
I also made friends with a middle-aged, Spanish-speaking man whom I passed about four times as I looped through the conservancy. I'm not sure what we actually talked about, seeing as though the only Spanish I can speak is, "May I please go to the bathroom?" but we were fast friends. Maybe he proposed marriage, I'm not sure. He certainly didn't know where to find a bathroom.
So, the day was a success. My run felt great, my legs still feel great, and so I absolutely win. I think I'll be a runner again. We'll see.