…thinks an 11 mile run is a mother’s day gift! Seriously she is a lunatic! She asked her kids to skip their yearly tradition of bringing her breakfast in bed in order to run with me. I can tell you it was more my gift than hers! My sister got me through every miserable step of our 11 mile run yesterday, without her, I might’ve quit at 5.5 miles.
I’m training for the Brooklyn Half Marathon, my sister is not. She just happily opted to run 9.75 miles of my 11 with me for the shear
torture fun of it! She would’ve finished the last 1.25 if she didn’t have to tend to her 3 kids so her hubby could go to the gym. She is Wonder Woman - I swear it - she even looks a little like Lynda Carter from back in the day.
In any case, I am NOT Wonder Woman and felt I held my sister back the entire time. For some reason my legs felt like bricks underneath me. At 5.5 miles we stopped to get water and Lisa said to me “say something, you’re too quiet…”, my response… “I have nothing good to say…” followed up by … “there’s no way on God’s green earth I’m banging out 5.5 more miles!”
But then, I did. They were slow, they were difficult, they were combated by negative thoughts and they were crap, but in the end, they were DONE.
I often wonder what makes some runs suck and others great. My sister (older and wiser sister) pointed out some basic, pretty obvious things I hadn’t considered. She asked me a series of questions while I was mid-complaint at about mile 7:
1. Did you get enough sleep? - NO
2. Did you eat late? - YES
3. Did you have alcohol at dinner? - YES
4. Did you hydrate the day before? - NO
5. Did you stretch? - NO
6. Did you mentally prepare and respectfully consider the distance? - NO
Six questions and six dumb answers later and there you have it … I shouldn’t wonder why yesterday was so tough but at least next time I can try to prepare better. 12 miles await me this Sunday, let’s hope I’m a bit smarter preparing for them this week!
**This is me on my sister’s front lawn enjoying the sun and the amazement that I actually finished (my sister was already in the shower by the time I was done or else I would’ve forced her into the picture - next time.)**