Here’s how this last week looked:
I’m still extremely dissatisfied with how my 16-miler went. Yes, I got it done and Woohoo to that, but seriously, it SUCKED. I hate to dwell on things but I can’t seem to help myself. I think it’s because this is the point where I quit last time around. I refuse to quit this time, but I just don’t know how I’m going to be able to run another 10.2 miles beyond 16.
Then I got a tweet from one of my #RunderfulRunners buddies who totally changed my perspective. I’ll test it out on the 18-miler in 2 weeks, but instead of going for an 18-mile run, I’ll be going for a 9 mile run, then turning around and going back home. Makes sense, no? I’ll do whatever it takes – mind games, tricking myself, etc…
The only thing I’ll have to worry about with heading outside is my tummy situation. Time to scope out the trail to see if there are port-o-potties!