This post is a little late, and a little different than usual. We ran our last "20" miler before Disney Marathon on December 27th, last Sunday. But it turned into an 18 mile run, and here's why:
Well, let's just say it wasn't my day. First of all, it was a miserably pissing-rain-in-your-face type day. You know what I mean. Secondly, it was mid-morning on a Sunday. Now, I HATE running long on Sundays, because 1. it means I had to give up enjoying a Saturday night, concern myself with eating and hydrating properly (and drink less beer :-p), and 2. it means I have to work the next day. I MUCH prefer running long on Saturdays because after it's over, I can relax and enjoy the rest of my weekend and celebrate my long run accomplishments with a nice cold beer (MGD 64 :-p) or two on Saturday night. Thirdly, I was still in my post-Christmas depression. Christmas is the best time in the world for me, and when it's over I fall into a minor depression. All of these factors just led me to be miserable before we even set foot out the door.
So we hit the road, and I am utterly miserable. I'm complaining and moaning like crazy before we even hit mile 1. Rain pouring in our face, cold wind blowing rain into our face, just miserable all around. So I'm out there suffering, and there's Miss Bethany, happily prancing through the rain, wind, and puddles. Let me just throw out there that Miss Bethany has had this entire week off, so she didn't have to worry about it being a Sunday. If I had a nice week of vacation to look forward to, I don't think I would've been as crabby. But anyway, I decided early on I wasn't going to hit 20. Miss 'Smiles' Bethany somehow dragged me through 18 miles, and I'm amazed we made it that far. There wasn't much convo, and lots of tension, mainly because I was so miserable and she was so cheery, but somehow we made it through those 18 miles.
It was the worst run I've had in a loooong time, but we still managed to hold a decent pace, and I still feel confident and ready to hit my goals at Disney. Even though it's on a Sunday, I think I'll be alright. I'll be on vacation, I'll be running 26.2 with the sweet little lady that I love, I'll be in the 'Happiest Place on Earth' and I don't have to work the next day. :-p (But I do have to ride Splash Mountain, which stresses me out because I'm petrified of heights.)
Miss Bethany's Perspective:
I was really looking forward to our last 20 mile run! I enjoy running 20 miles anywhere, anyday of the week and anytime during the day. I am very laid back with everything, especially running. Even if i don't feel like running 20 miles, i'm oin to tell myself i do until i believe it. I was lookin forward to running on some quiet back roads since we were in my hometown and not Boston. I was also looking forward to 20 miles of conversation with Ryan. The weather wasn't too bad, it was 48 (very warm for us in dec), misty with some light rain and a strong wind but thankfully, unlike Boston, it was only blowing in ONE direction.
The SECOND we started running, Ryan started complaining. It was like watching the first episode of the biggest loser...ANNOYING. He didn't like the weather, he didn't like the course, he didn't like the time of day and he didn't like the fact that it was a Sunday??? By the way, this was the FIRST time i'd ever heard of his hatred for running on Sunday. By mile 2 I was already sick of him and wished i could run alone. He must of complained about having to run 20 miles at least 20 times by the time we reached 2 miles. Because of his negativity, he got it in his head right away that he was only going to run 18 miles and NOT A STEP FURTHER. I can't believe he made it to 5 miles let alone 18!
OMG he was being SUCH a baby. This is mean but it was SO hard not to laugh at him. Not because he was struggling, but bc of how ridiculous he was being. He was either completely silent, groaning, swearing or acting completely obnoxious. I kept telling him to SHUT UP and at one point i almost said "hey ryan, take your panties off!" LOL. (but i figured that wasn't a good ida). it was SO ridiculous how big a baby he was being. He chose to be miserable before we even started running. If he was struggling bc he had a cramp, didn't feel well, hit the wall etc, i would have been supportive but he didn't even give it a chance!
He blew the run before we even started bc of his negativity. Do you get to pick the weather for a marathon? NO. The course? NO. News flash Ryan, most marathons ARE on Sundays!!!! Who gets so mad about running on a sunday? We ran for just under 3 hours. Now those 3 hours are going to happen REGARDLESS of what we are doing, sleeping, reading, watching TV, working or running. If we weren't running for 3 hours then we would be doing somethinng else for 3 hours so suck it up and enjoy it, why make it miserable for BOTH of us Ryan? Actually, i still had a great time. I wish we had run 20 miles but 18 is good enough. About 30 min after our run he texted me saying "we should have done 20, maybe i'll go to the gym and run 2 on the treadmill."
Lucky for us, our next long run together will be at "the happiest place on earth!" BUT, it will also be on a Sunday.....