Tonight was a humbling experience.
It was possibly the hottest, most humid day we have had all summer.....and it was time for L8. Crap.
We waited until almost 9pm. I am not going to lie. It was MISERABLE. We all had a "I want to quit" moment. Luckily, not at the same time. That's the beauty of running in a group---there is usually one voice of reason, or insanity, depending on how you look at it.
But we did it. And I am really, really proud of us.
It took us 1:36, a 12 min/mile. But we walked a couple of times, so considering that, I am okay with that time. The heat was oppressive. Matter of fact, we tried to reschedule, but nothing else was working out. So we just decided to suck it up and give it a go, and if we couldn't do it, oh well!
I have NO idea how we are going to pull off 26.2 miles. None. I get scared if I think about it too much, so I don't. But I have found that pocket, deep down in my soul, that can always find a little more to give when I want to quit, and I think that's where the secret lies. And I have to admit, if I were doing this alone it would be sooo tempting to quit. But peer pressure can be a good thing sometimes. The problem with that pocket is that right now I am having to reach down into it at 5, 6, and 7 miles.......I don't think it's deep enough yet. That's what training is for, right? Can you believe that next week our schedule already jumps to L10? Where in the heck did that come from? 10 miles? Are you kidding me?
On the pollyanna side, I am seriously grateful to be doing this. My legs are holding up. I did not know if this would even be possible. Thank you, God, for a healthy body. It's a gift. And no matter how much whining I do, I never forget that it's a gift. And it makes me feel really good to push my limits.