That’s me after I got high today! I am saying “hooray hooray yay woo ha yeahhh!!”
(…and Bri is wondering why the hell he married the nutcase who just woke him up to come take a picture of her jumping in the air. I HAD to illustrate how I felt!)
I have no clue how far or at what pace I was going (but I will guess close to 14 miles) because little old Garmin did NOT want to find his satelites today. I was pissed- at first, but then I stopped caring. Things happen for a reason, I tell ya. Now I will never again run with that watch on long run day- including the marathon. If I do qualify, it won’t be because I was forcing myself. It will happen if it’s supposed to. I would rather feel like this. There was no looking down at my wrist today constantly thinking I’m going too fast or too slow- I just ran for two hours naturally and enjoyed every single second. And do you know HOW good it felt? I got the “Runner’s High!” It’s truly making me giddy, even thinking about it. I can’t believe it! I’ve only had it twice ever before- during my first marathon training:
1. While running up a huge hill while listening to “Pour Some Sugar on Me.”
2. While running down a large hill listening to “Let’s Talk About Sex Baby.” (I’m not ashamed, that’s a fresh beat.)
Well, I don’t listen to music when I run anymore, but I got high anyways! I always feel good running, but the high is the most fantastic feeling– like your legs just keep moving while you’re smiling from ear to ear because you feel completely euphoric. I felt like I could have gone all day. I did not only because I needed water. I ran all around town like a giddy little chicken on crack. I’m sure the cars were raising their brows to the freak bounding up and down the streets with the giant smile planted on her sun-burned, sweating face. I don’t care, CARS. I was high! What a fantastic run:)
Ohhh yeah- I ran Saturday too. But who cares about THAT run?!
It was my “marathon pace run”. I ran 7 miles at the pace I HOPE to carry on for 26.2. Remember, 8:12 min/miles is what I need. This run, for me, is meant to help me know what this pace feels like. I have run this far and faster before, but I really need to learn how to pace myself if I have any hope in carrying it for an entire marathon. So no, this was not a huge challenge, but I’m not pulling out my maracas to do a shimmy dance yet. 7 miles isn’t even 1/3 of the race. Ok, yes, I did the shimmy dance anyways for fun.
I will end this post by saying that this weekend was for my sick baby- who, with a double pink eye ear infection medely, only wanted his mama. It was a good thing Brian’s weekend was for his sick baby, too, because he stepped in so this girl could step out. And believe me- when I have a poor, boogery baby reaching for me, getting out that door is NOT easy. He even lost his “voice” so his little cry is even more hollow and sad. Talk about guilt. I was sure to choose the ‘sleep on Daddy’s chest times’ to slip away. The minute I got back, I joined them. Here they all are, clearly anxiously awaiting my arrival home:
And for the record- b’s feeling well enough today teach himself how to get up the stairs. He’s like his mother- even at our sickest, we just cannot sit still<3