Breakin' up is hard to do!

Last night set the stage for a disappointing run this morning. At around 3:30 in the morning, the thunder and lightning sounded like it was going to split our house in two. I knew that within seconds Carrie would be crawling into bed with us (I didn't blame her - I would have been scared, too, if I were only 6). She did. The cat followed. I was in the middle and cooking like a roast goose. Needless to say, I hadn't slept much when the alarm went off at 5:30 for our long run. Argggg!

Somehow we fell back to sleep and woke around 7 but by the time we were out the door and had Carrie taken care of and one of her brothers were rousted to look after her....it was almost 8:00. The first 3.6 went well ...we planned to do the same loop 4 times. Jim's hamstrings screamed at him to quit after the first loop. I kept going and did my second loop. Then I zipped by the car, and had Jim drive me home. I think the humidity was close to 90% when we got out there, the sun got hot, and I decided to break my run in half, doing the second part this evening.

I must tell you that I seriously considered wimping out entirely once it got around 7:00. Then I told myself, "I'm a marathoner, I CAN do this!", strapped on my handy-dandy new Amphipod Run-Lite Snapflask 4, downed half a snickers marathon bar, and out the door I flew---okay--out the door I staggered.

I did my first loop, considered getting in the car and driving home. Gave myself the speech again and started my second loop. I got close to halfway into it, and heard Jim's ring on my cell-phone. There were major problems at work and he had to go in and oversee the fixing of the problems, and I had to come home to watch Carrie so he could leave in a hurry. Wow, I was actually moving my rear quite speedily when the adrenalin kicked in. Unfortunately, I shorted myself some mileage. No big deal. Life happens.

By the way, I did get Jim the Garmin 305. Don't tell....he doesn't know. Should come in about a week. Of course I'm very disappointed that right now he's feeling less and less like he's going to be able to keep up with the training for the big race if he keeps having hammie troubles. We were having so much fun doing this together. I'm not giving up hope yet. So who do you go to when that stuff keeps happening. A sports medicine guy or what? I think I'll call the track coach at the high school tomorrow. Maybe he knows of someone good.

Lessons learned this long run:

• Get out there plenty early (yeah, I know.. this was on my list last week)
• Don't break up the run. Be like Nike and JUST DO IT!
• Bring your watch, stupid!
• Get mentally tough. {{{over-exaggerated eye roll}}}