That’s right..you heard me…I PRed tonight! I ran 10km, 6.6 miles, on my very own will. It took me 1 hr and 15 minutes. It was slow. I walked a bit. I did it.
Wait..who does that? Who goes from hardly running 2 miles to running 6.6?
I just kept running. Had music on, it was cool out, the stars were shinning, and I love running in the dark. I knew that I had been running a bit and I stopped and asked a woman ‘excuse me where’s Stirling Hwy?’
She looked at me with a worried look. ‘Yeah, it’s a bit up there..You’ll be in Claremont’.
‘Claremont, are you f-ing kidding me? Sh*t’ I said. Knowing that not only did I have a bit more to get to Stirling Hwy, claremont was a LONG ways from my home and it had four hills.
I just kept going. Then I needed to use the restroom. I NEEDED to. Why? Cause ate way to many of these.
vegan spread, cocoa powder, coconut, xylitol (sugar)
I felt sick. I wanted to die. I NEED TO FUEL BETTER. It hit me. No longer was it a whimsical thing..it was real as my sweaty ass imprinted some dodgey back toilet of a liquor store—I HAD to use a toliet 1/2 way through.
I kept going. Praying. I kept going cause I had a coffee date w/ Georgia.
I got to the highway and really started praying and then contemplating vomiting every block. ‘Nope, not there. They’re trying to sell their house’ ‘Nope not there, too much light’.
I got home. I PRed.
Then I felt like I was going to die. My stomach was cramping. All of the shitty food I ate (dinner below) was punishing me.
Ok, I get it..I HAVE TO PROPERLY FUEL. I looked like hell.
Then it hit me:
- I ran 6.6 miles out of my own free will
- I thought of Caitlin while I was runing..she did it..so can I
- There’s no reason that I can’t do everything I put my mind to
- Eating sh*t food is ok..eating tons of sh*t food is not ok
I ran. I PRed. I vomited. I cried. I am SO proud!
When have you pushed yourself beyond what you thought you could do? How did you feel?