Knowing When To Call For Help
Yesterday morning I set out for my 22 miler. The sun was shining, it was a nice cool 57F. It was a perfect morning for a run. And it started out that way. Everything was great until about mile 12. That's when the cramps came on and they were fierce. Then I visited the woods, then the porta-pottie, then the woods. Then I nearly vomited. The worst part - because it WAS a gorgeous day - the rail trail had tons of people on it. Sneaking off into the woods was challenging for sure. And then for me to stop running and double over several times was not fun either. At about 15.5 miles, I stopped, cried, called Ward, and then hobbled to the end of the rail trail and waited for him to pick me up. I've never caved in on a run before. Today's run ended at 16 miles. Not 22 miles. I felt like a failure. I cried all the way home. I started to really doubt that I have what it takes to run MDI. ...