Running is going pretty well. I'm getting to the point where it's not such a struggle to get started. We ran 12.4 miles yesterday morning. Ugh. I did really well with 10 miles last week, but yesterday was hard. I was just so tired and angry. Everyone was annoying me. We were supposed to be extra quiet as we ran through my neighborhood and only run two abreast. The freaking program director told us that as we were on the street, so my coach was shouting as she was part of a freaking phalanx of four people (it's a very narrow street). WTF is wrong with people? I said something, other people said something, but still... do they not care because they think people who complain about loud runners at 5-a-frickin-clock in the morning are slackers who shouldn't still be in bed? Or are they just that clueless and stupid? In summary, my group needs to SHUT UP and not hog the whole street or sidewalk.
I suppose at least they weren't as bad as the other (unrelated to us) group last year with a COW BELL in a residential area on a Saturday morning. My friend shut them down, but really, come on. What is wrong with people?
I drank all my fluids (water and Gatorade Endurance), ate my Gu packets (mint chocolate--like melted Junior Mints) and Sport Beans (Jelly Belly jelly beans!!), but I still felt like crap. At about 10 miles I started really running out of gas. My knees and my hips hurt like crazy. Picking up my feet was taking so much effort. My coach and I dragged ourselves across the finish line. I know that over 12 miles is enough to not feel badly about being so tired you want to cry, but I'm training to run 13.1 Yes, that's not much more than a half mile more than I ran.
I'm really worried about running a half marathon in Ryan's home town. It's still in the plan and it should be in a few weeks. I will be running alone. I do not do well running alone unless I have music. Music is usually prohibited because it's dangerous to be in a huge crush of people and not be aware. So, I'll have to find people who run at about my pace. Ugh. I'm not looking forward to it, but I want to have done it.
Yesterday, we went out for breakfast and then we came home and showered. I had salt flakes on my forehead and shoulders and upper arms. Salt flakes. I'd seen it on other people, but not on me. That could be a partial explanation for why I felt so rotten. I have to be extra careful about hydration and keeping enough electrolytes in my system because of my meds. So, I drank more Gatorade and water and chicken soup for lunch with extra salt (it was low-fat, low-sodium). I might have even stuck my finger in the salt container. Maybe. I'm confirming nothing.
We watched the OU-Texas game and that was frustrating for Ryan. Michigan State won their game. =) We went to Chuy's for dinner and drowned our sorrows in creamy jalapeno sauce. Yummy! We were back home and in bed before 10.
7:30 Mass this morning. I sang, but not terribly well. I made the mistake of wearing heels because I had amnesia about what I did yesterday. Afterward, we went to Central Market and ran into three people we know. It was nice and uncrowded. Then we came home and ate breakfast. I am exhausted and all I want to do is sleep. I have papers to grade, though. Many, many papers...