I got a lecture from Bud this afternoon, when I got home from work and debated not running at all while I ate some cherry cheesecake. It's sticky and gross out again, and I can't whine enough about being tired of running in this weather! I just didn't want to run at all. Especially as it was already almost 5 o'clock.
So Bud said, "Get out there and run up that hill three times and just get done with it!" I didn't really have a choice: continue to eat my cheesecake, not run, and have to confess to Bud, or put down the cheesecake, put on my running gear, and run for 30 minutes with a tummy full of cheesecake? Oh, the guilt.
I went out and ran. Kinda. I walked halfway up the first nasty hill, since I was not warmed up, and trotted up the rest of it, and turned the corner to continue up the incline. Then it was down the hill, and up another one. I turned around, and trotted down that hill, then stared up at the super big hill I had to get through. Trot, trot, trot. Wipe face off with shirt. Trot, exhale heavily, squeeze sweat out of the back of my hair, and get up that damn hill!
I turned the corner, then ran down the earlier hill, grabbed some water, then started up the hill again. This time I just turned around and trotted back down, then ran up again. Trotted down again. Get the picture? Yep, it was as fun as reading about it! I didn't run my 5 miles of hills; I think it was more like 3.
I'm a bit freaked out about the half marathon in two weeks. I guess the nervousness is good. The one race I wasn't nervous for I totally tanked and took forever to finish. Bud and I are going to drive the route, so I can have nightmares about getting lost and being waaaay in the back of the pack. Ever try those mind games to get you in the zone? Oh, I have. I think I have to try a little harder. It will help to have some familiar faces near the end, so I will have to run harder and finish with a smile on my face.
This week: a 13 miler, some speed work, and some short runs. Hoping to get the long run over with early in the week.