We had our last long run this past Saturday in preparation for the Half Marathon. We were slated to run ten miles, and after that, beginning next week we do a major taper down to six miles and then......(cue the Theme music from "Jaws") it's that time....
I want to throw out a HUGE thank you and hugs to the following for helping me with my fundraising, with emotional support, and for listening to me bitch about training with patience and a solid slap upside the head when needed:
The F.O.G.I.E.S.
Mike Campbell
Ed Spence
Web Chief (Dave)
and all the folks out in Western NY who gave up their dollars and support.
I exceeded my fundraising goal by $300, and thanks are due to Dave, Colleen and Brianna Blank for their love and support, and especially Brianna for providing me with the inspiration to do this again.
If I missed anyone on this list, my apologies....I've begun the full-on panicking process over the upcoming run and my thoughts are a bit scattered.
Right, back to yesterday's run....
It was muggy, it was buggy, and it was threatening to rain all morning, but we ran to the five mile mark, touched the mile marker pole (a little superstition) and headed back....we get to the ten mile mark, look at the sky and decide that it won't kill us to run out one more half mile and get a solid 11 miles in for our last prep run.
All was well until we made the turn at the half mile mark....... Then God laughed.....the light breeze we'd been running against all morning revved up into a 50 mph or faster gale force wind, the clouds turned an ugly shade of green, purple and black, the lightning started up and then.....the monsoon. I haven't seen it rain that hard since I went camping on Memorial Weekend 2002 (yes, I remember the date....you tend to remember the times when your tent starts sliding downhill with you in it). We looked at each other....dropped a couple of f-bombs, and started running like we were being chased by Freddy Kruger.
We finally reached the parking lot and found shelter in the restroom. I've never been so wet in my life. I took one sneaker off and literally poured about a half-cup of water out of my shoe.
It was a squishy ride home.
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