To be truthfully honest, I have absolutely no idea on how to really train for a full marathon and I'm not following any kind of pro star plan. I'm just running and lately I haven't been running that much, well except for our weekly long runs. The best thing I've done with planning for this marathon is getting a running partner.
Rocket is great. There's definitely a sense of responsibility and commitment that comes with having a running partner. When she was on school holidays we did our morning runs together but now that school has resumed again, I'm stuck battling the lure and comfort of my pups in bed and knowing that the marathon is coming whether or not I get up for a morning run or not. I've been pretty bad with skipping out on my morning runs, I must admit it, but I vouch that I pick up the slack with doing HIIT (sprint training) on the treadmill three/four times a week. I absolutely hate, hate, HATE doing HIIT training and I hate the treadmill too for that matter but it's my own self-induced punishment for not getting out of bed for a morning run. Rocket and I are good to go for our weekend long runs though and I know this has helped me a lot. Running twenty-some kilometres by myself is just flat out boring and it definitely becomes more of a mental struggle than an actual physical one. But when I run with Rocket, I feel inspired to carry on. There's of course the million thoughts that run through my mind when I run with her, about us running -- is she struggling just like me, are her hips killing her too.
To tell you the truth, it's not that it's easy for me to run so long but it's hard to stop. It feels like being on a spinning roller coaster that's going at full speed and then just slamming on the breaks. I stop but my body doesn't really comprehend the stop in motion so I get a bit dizzy and am wobbly in the legs. The end of my long runs are always greeted with the sudden overdose feeling of crap. Last week I puked in my last kilometre and today I collapsed by the side of the parking lot. Snickers and Sharkie were waiting in the middle of the parking lot, in the car, so I made a mad dash for it. I ran up to it but then felt my knees giving way so I veered to the right and flopped down on the grass.
Sharkie drove me back to the club and then Snickers jumped out and drove Robyn home. It's kind of a "long run tradition" to eat raw beef bibimbap after together but everyone had plans so Snickers grabbed take-out for me. Upon returning home though, my tummy was still very much in pain so I jumped into the shower and then curled up in a ball on the bed. I was so thursty but Snickers is always telling me "don't fill up on water -- eat first, water second", so that's what I did. It was a struggle trying to down that raw beef bibimbap despite usually being able to wolf it down like some kind of deprived animal. Tonight I forced myself to ate it but if I had the choice I would have only eaten a few spoonfuls of it. My tummy just wasn't up for it but I had just killed a little over 1,600 calories according to my MapMyRun app and I knew that I had to refuel after that run. Struggled through my meal and then enjoyed some water. Correction... to say "some" is an understatement here. I then drank a liter and a half of water; that run had dehydrated me!
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