Thoughts During a 20 Miler
A few weeks ago, I ran my first 20 miler in almost two years. The last 20 miles I ran was during the Phoenix Marathon in February of 2015.
After deciding marathons weren’t for me and taking 18 months to enjoy 5ks, I entertained the idea of the marathon (see past tense there). Heck, at this rate I might entertain the idea until I’m 70.
So two weeks ago now, I set out with my friend, Angela to attempt 20 miles. Our only goal was to get 20 miles done. Thinking out loud, there was no pace or time goal. Heck, I could slog 20-minute miles for the last few and be happy it was done. Luckily, Angela was the same way (or at least pretended). Angela is currently training for the Philly full in just under one month.
So with that…we were off!
The first few miles went by easily. Of course they did, I’ve run 3 miles in almost all of my training runs. We caught up chatting, amusing about life and our day. It was humid but not too bad. 17 more didn’t feel too bad.
Around mile 3, I bumped my watch and set the mile markers off. From mile 3 until the end, I didn’t know what our pace was…my only reasoning for even having a Garmin was for it to beep the majestic 20 miles!
Mile 4, I began to realize we still had 16 to go. Omg…16…
Mile 5, I passed by my old house. Luckily I didn’t see my previous landlords. I think running by gave me some sort of weird energy to run faster.
At mile 6, I said: “we must be at mile 6 because I always need a bathroom stop”. I drink so much water in the morning; I almost always have to go to the bathroom around 6 miles. I don’t want even to think about running when pregnant…I probably won’t. I will stop every half mile.
Mile 7 and 8, made me realize we still had a long way to go. I began questioning myself. Would I make it to 20? Despite taking a rest day, I still felt achy.
At mile 10, I realized: “Oh my stars,” we haven’t even gotten to the “hard part” yet. The first 10 miles are supposed to be easy….right? Well easy to some I guess…
Mile 11, 12 and 13 all went around a giant river. It was easier to stay motivated because there were several friendly faces out. Part of the path was blocked off because they were chopping down a tree.
How dare they chop down trees and block the path for runners? What are they thinking…the nerve.
At mile 13.1, I felt accomplished. We ran a half marathon. Is the running done?
We could quit now…minus we were no closer than 6 miles from my house with no cell phone. Not the smartest idea to make a giant loop with no cell phone….then again running 20 miles is also not the smartest idea.
At miles 14 and 15, I began focusing. It began the countdown of “Only 6 miles to go…only 5”. We hit “Jakes Place” (the playground that is benefited from the race I recently did) around mile 16.
Four miles…you can do this.
Angela is much more well trained than I, and she glided effortlessly. OMFG, why can’t I have your 20-mile perfection?
Right, because I’ve chosen to run 5ks for the last two years…
Mile 17 entered the neighborhood with multi-million dollar houses. I wonder if I can get a few chauffeurs just to drive me home.
Only 5k left…you can do this…I remember saying to Angela: “so much happens in a 5k…let alone running 17 miles beforehand”.
During Mile 18, I began looking for the Turkey Squad. Several turkeys hide and linger in my neighborhood. My goal is to avoid them. I petrified of geese and turkeys. The absolute last thing I want to do is see them at mile 18…or 19…or ever.
Mile 19: They came out of nowhere. The turkey squad was there. I do not have time for turkeys, especially at mile 19. I had no energy anyways, but the extra energy I did have was spent crossing the road and staying as far away as possible.
The last mile was the final countdown. I was in the twilight zone. By this point, we knew “only ten more minutes”. Only 9…only 8.5…7.5…
Then all of a sudden, we found ourselves at 19.8. While I’m not typically a “to the Garmin” person, I needed the trivial .2 to complete my oh so accurate GPS 20 miler anyways. After circling a culdesac, we finished.
While I felt accomplished, I didn’t feel like I was ready or wanting to run a marathon. Honestly, I don’t think I would have been able to run much further.
While it was a fun run and it was great to catch up with friends, it did seal the deal that I’m not training for another marathon soon. I’m enjoying much shorter events.
Question for you: What was the last long run you did?