This morning, I so badly just wanted to do nothing but sit around with some tea--basically a repeat of my rest day yesterday. I only had four miles on the schedule (I posted my running schedule on the right sidebar of my blog for reference, since a lot of people ask me what it is), but I was feeling lazy.
Since I had a Weight Watchers meeting at 10, I couldn't put off my run too long, so I finally got ready and headed out at 8:30. I didn't wear my IceSpikes, because I wanted to take my favorite out-and-back route, which is pretty clear about 1/2 mile into the run (my neighborhood is still ice/snow covered).
About 3/4 of the way into the run, I started thinking about how tomorrow is my long run day, and I would have to do it on the treadmill for two reasons: 1) My kids don't have school tomorrow, and 2) We're supposed to have a snowstorm. While I was running, these thoughts started running through my head:
"I could just run my long run (12 miles) today instead of tomorrow."
"No, I can't do that, I have Weight Watchers this morning."
"I could go to WW tomorrow instead."
"But I don't have to run 12 today--I only have to run 4!"
"But it be worse to run 12 on the treadmill tomorrow."
"If I can avoid the treadmill, I really want to..."
"I'm already dressed in my running clothes, and out running, so I could just go farther and get it done now."
I was seriously debating back and forth, and finally made it to the two-mile mark, where I would turn around to go back home and finish four miles. I didn't even hesitate to keep running, and I decided to do 12.
About four miles in, I thought, "I could just do 10 today--turn around in a mile and head back. Yeah, that's what I'll do." But then when I got to mile five, I thought, "What's one more? I'll regret it if I don't get in all 12 while I can."
At the six-mile mark, there was a car coming toward me. I always feel embarrassed turning around (I have no idea why) in front of a car, so I kept going. And then I just thought, "Might as well run a half-marathon!" So I ran to mile 6.55 and turned around.
I realized it then that I'd had a tail wind the whole way out, and now I was going to have a head wind all the way home--bummer! But after that, my main focus was keeping each mile under nine minutes. It wasn't too bad! I didn't feel like I was dying or anything, and my heart rate was good, so I just went with it.
At about mile 11, I was so ready to be done. But I was so close to meeting my goal of not only a sub-2:00 half-marathon, but having ALL of my mile splits under 9 minutes. I kept going, and the last couple of miles felt like they were taking a long time, but I finally reached 13.11 and pressed stop on my Garmin.
I'd run the entire thing without even slowing down. Someone on Facebook asked me what I do about water when I run, considering I was only planning on four miles today--I find that in the winter I can run about 14 miles without water; but in the summer, I can't do that! It helps that I drink an entire quart of water right when I wake up, so I'm well-hydrated when I start my run.
Anyway, I was shocked when I saw my time!!
To make it an "official" PR, I will have to do it at a race, but I'm VERY confident that I can do sub-2:00 now ;)
Stephanie asked me how I was going to celebrate, and only one thing popped into my head:
I planned to wait until Jerry got home to eat my Dream Bar but I only lasted about 10 minutes at home before I decided to eat it ;) It was SO good.
Needless to say, I missed my Weight Watchers meeting today, but I'll just go to a meeting tomorrow. I'm wondering which would make a better explanation for skipping--that I was running, or that I was at Mrs. Fields? Hahaha.
Tomorrow, I may just take an extra rest day. If I feel up to it, I'll run the four miles I had on the schedule today, but if not, then I'll just skip it without guilt. If we get a lot of snow, I told Jerry and the kids I would go sledding! I haven't gone sledding since I was about Noah's age. Will definitely be interesting... ;)