It's okay, they were 2 weeks past their prime and allowing them to dry out overnight forced me to put in a fresh pair today.
How was your weekend? Mine was both good and not so good ...
I was scheduled to run 12 miles on Saturday morning and lemme tell ya, it was probably the worst 12 miles I've run out of all 8 half marathons I've trained for. I was exhausted by mile 6. I was crying by mile 8. I was ready to give up by mile 9. But after walking for a bit and giving myself the best pep talk I could muster, I unloaded my water belt and iPod back into my car and forced myself to get back out there and run the final 3 miles to the best of my ability.
I seriously almost passed out, but I got it done.
I have no idea what's wrong with me. I've been crumbling during my weekend long runs. Clayton thinks I've over-trained and I don't want to admit that he might be right because I should know better than that.
But I think he's right.
That new training plan I started out with was just way too intense and now I'm suffering the consequences.
That being said, I definitely threw myself a "I'm not going to PR" pity party on the way home. Ugh! I know we can't have a great race every single time, but I've been working so hard and just feel like I have nothing to show for it. And anyone who's trained for a race knows how disheartening it can be to not feel prepared or ready for the big event.
I've now entered the taper phase of training and while I'm normally so excited can barely sit still at this point, I just feel sad.
So now I have to see what I can do about making sure I don't let this bitter disappointment seep into other areas of my life and—ha ha! I can't even type that sentence with a straight face. You KNOW I'm going to internalize this shiz and let it bum me out for way longer than necessary because I take everything way too seriously. hahahaahahahahaha *cries*
On Saturday afternoon, after doing my best to mentally recoup after that horrendous run, Clay and I met up with my mom, sister and Chris for some fall camping. I think sleeping on an uncomfortable blow-up mattress and listening to other people's dogs bark all night is why I was darn near comatose when I got back home last night, but it was still a lot of fun.
In honor of her birthday last Thursday, I baked my mom a chocolate chip banana cake and topped it with my favorite whipped frosting (we love whipped icing in my family). I dyed the frosting orange and originally planned to decorate it like a jack-o-lantern, but the black icing was too thick to draw with, so I used glittery black bats instead.
Cake makes for amazing camping food.
And since it's mid-October in Indiana, you know that the scenery was absolutely beautiful:
You're welcome, internet.