*insert battle cry here* (Actually, I really need to work on this battle cry, what should it be??? Like my redheaded war cry ya know? Hmmm....)
Friday night as discussed I trekked over to B.o.B's side of the state and we settled into our extremely party-animalistic Friday night... eating dinner, watching Coach EK's video of him running the 2006 Chicago Marathon where I swear I most certainly did NOT* get emotional and want to cry (Best part... when they do some close-ups of people hitting "the wall" after mile 20... B.o.B: Don't watch this part! No don't look! You're not going to look like that!!!! Turn away from the TV!!!! LOL!!!) catching a spectacular episode of the Golden Girls (oh how I love the GG's), having B.o.B make fun of me as I go through my stretching routine (OMG what are you doing?!?!? AHAHAHAHAHA) and finally settling into bed whilst it was still light out. I love us. We rock.
So did I mention that I ran 22 miles? Oh I did? Ok... just making sure.
Fast forward to 3am... it's wakey-wakey time and we fall into the motions of our respective getting ready routines. With all systems go we head over to the B.R.A. meet-up headquarters for the route. It's a 4 1/2 mile out & back with plenty of water along the way, gas stations at each end and porta potties in between. Como? What is this organization thing they speak of?
I fall into place with two lovely ladies of the B.R.A. and we proceed to kill the next 18 miles with little to no problem. I feel strong, the pace is perfect, the ladies are great and we pass the time swapping our running backgrounds as the miles tick off. At the 18 mark we only have one more out to go before we're done and I am def feeling the heat and getting tired. Just as we prepare to head back out I see P-Funk coming in B.o.B-less. Uh-oh... as the seconds tick by I finally see her visor bouncing along and instantly feel relief... until I see her face. She's in pain. No bueno.
Upon arriving she recaps to us that her ankle is bothering her and she isn't going to be able to finish the run. I can see the disappointment dripping off her. My heart aches for her because I know how hard it is. I've been in her shoes and it's not fun. I tell her not to push herself and to just call it a day, 18 is still a very respectable distance and she'll kick herself in the @ss if she hurts herself further. With a nod of understanding I hand her a Naproxen and hope against all hope she heeds every one's warning.
I head out and fall in line behind the girls as we set out to finish up the 4 remaining miles. No sooner do we start out that I know without a doubt it's going to be a rough 4 miles. At 19 I take a walk break so I can stretch my calves and thus fall behind. At Mile 20, same thing. By this point P-Funk has caught up to me and we run the next mile more or less together, chatting away. At Mile 21, another walk break is needed. P-Funk steams on and I have a little inner chat with myself...
Negative Nancy: 21 miles is still pretty d@mn respectable. You should just stop... look at you you're a tired, sweaty mess.
Motivated Morgan: Eff that, it's only one more frigging mile. Just DO IT!!!
Negative Nancy: But it's soooooooooo far... just quit... 21 miles is still 21 friggin miles.
Motivated Morgan: Ok how about a compromise? At 22 miles you can stop and walk it in. Your plan calls for 22 miles so just stop there and you're done. You can walk your happy @ss in the remaining .5 miles and still have accomplished the plan.
Negative Nancy: Alright... but it sounds better to just stop and walk now.
Motivated Morgan: JUST DO IT!!!!!!!!!
So I busted out the last mile. Flipped my Nike+ the bird when it rolled over the 22, promptly pushed "END WORKOUT" and walked my happy, exhausted, sweaty, disgusting @ss into the finish. 22 Miles - CHECK!
I RAN 22 MILES!!! I only have to run 4.2 miles further and I'll have run a friggin marathon!!! Un-be-liev-able.
After everyone was accounted for and cleaned up (or as cleaned up as you can get after 22 miles) we headed over to Panera for some much deserved breakfast where I assure you I most certainly did NOT* order a spinach & artichoke egg souffle AND whole grain bagel and devour every morsel of each. The next hour was spent cracking up at the B.R.A. hi jinks and regaling in the camaraderie. Every time I hang out with them, it makes me so sad I don't have a running family like this in Orlando. From the pervy convo's to the total and unabashed show of encouragement and support, you really can't find a better group of runners than the B.R.A. Thanks again guys for letting me run with you! Looking forward to next time already!
The highlights of the day/run are as follows:
- Being the ONLY runner without a headlamp.
- R & H spiderweb blocking until R got viciously attached by giant spider. (What is with all these d@mn spiders?!?!?)
- Noticing the giant incline that went on forever and H "comforting me" by saying, "Oh yeah see that tree up there? Yeah well no matter how long you run it feels like you never get to it." Thanks a lot!!!
- Meeting the infamous Navy Steve and Caribbean Steve
- Everyone who hadn't met me yet saying "You must be The Redhead"
- Coach Tom's sweaty hug at the 9 mile mark
- Coach Tom convinced I was giving him the key to my heart when I handed him B.o.B's car key
- R trumping my burp and telling me it's because she pulls it from the gut. Classy! LOL!
- The 7-11 lady asking me if I was ok at the 18 mark (I must have looked pretty bad)
- Realizing I might just be a vampire runner because too much face time with the sun kicks my @ss. More night/early morning running please!
- Hearing Coach EK explain his drink situation about 20 times
- All the different random conversations I couldn't quite keep up with around the breakfast table
- Navy Steve using his stick on me. It was very long, hard and kinda hurt. ;)
- Coach Tom holding a round of applause for all the 22 mile virgins
- Me telling B.o.B every 10 minutes or so that I had ran 22 miles
- B.o.B proclaiming herself my running mom as she dumped the ice in my ice bath
- Lloyd the Attack Terrier's stinky breathe all up in my face while B.o.B and I tried to stay awake while elevating
When I got to Lazy Runner's birthday celebration Saturday night everyone introduced themselves to me and either said "You must be the runner girl" and/or "You ran 22 miles this morning didn't you." It kinda made me happy to be the known as the runner girl. LOL! LR and I also realized that it was the first time we had ever seen each other outside of running. We met at a 5k, ran into each other again at a 10k and then started running together... 7 months later and we finally got to see each other unsweaty, unsmelly, freshly showered and put together. It was kind awkward. LOL! Since we didn't run together this weekend I put together a "running care package" for his run this morning with Capt. C. I think it made his night... well that and the gloriously yummy carrot cake we ate in celebration. Mmmm...
Besides all that there was a whole lot of being exhausted and napping... If this was any indication of how tired I'll be after the marathon, I'm basically going to be useless! With that being said...
22 MILES DONE!!! ONLY 4.2 MILES FURTHER & 6 WEEKS TO GO!!! CHICAGO HERE I COME!!!