I HATE THE TREADMILL.
On Wednesday I ran 20 miles on a treadmill. There was no other way. Hail, strong winds, rain, lightning, and lack of time forced me to face my nemesis. Before that day, the most I had run on a treadmill was 7 miles, and that was over a year ago.
I felt really good.... for 8 miles. Maybe less? Shoot. It really doesn't matter how I felt- 20 miles- DONE. I made that treadmill my B.
I wore my Garmin to make sure I could accurately track time- which is good because the treadmill shut off after 99:59... luckily it didn't restart the mileage. I kept my watch going no matter what-
...through 3 bathroom breaks.
...removing shoes to apply Boudelair's Butt Paste in between my toes.
...water and GU stops.Even with all of those breaks, I ran the 20 miles in 2:55:09- an 8:45 pace. I kept the TM between a 7.1 and a 9.0 for the duration of the run. My last 3 miles were my fastest.
I'm not going to lie. This was SO HARD. I don't ever want to run on a treadmill again. BUT, I feel so much stronger mentally. This felt harder mentally than my marathon was- after all, this was just a training run. No medal. No finish line. No tear-filled hugs from the family.
Everyone comes across those really tough runs at some point in their training cycle. The important part is that you push through them and check them off the list. I feel like it's these runs that provide the most growth. The only thing that got me through this was determination.
And to quote Dolvett- Hard work. Dedication. Dedication. Hard work.
I still have one more 20 mile run before my marathon in 5 weeks, but I feel ready because NOTHING could be worse than 20 miles on a treadmill. Nothing.
|I could smile because it was over!|
BEST. CHEERLEADERS. EVER.
Katie and Breona got me through the toughest miles (14-20) and witnessed me at my weakest running moments. I would most assuredly be dead on that treadmill if they didn't show up.