back from my run. I learned something new today. It's called glycogen depletion. <img alt="rolleyes.gif" src="http://files.kickrunners.com/smilies/rolleyes.gif"><br>
yeah, I thought I knew what it meant until it actually happened. I saw that coming and let me tell you. It is not funny to walk struggling to just stay up.<br>
I started the run covering the first half of the M we're running in 2 weeks. Ran the single trails (something around 3 miles, not too bad, just very rocky and rooty)... then around 9 miles I stopped for a potty break. Hydration in check. Nice and clear.<br>
Then, when I get the stuff on my FB, I realized that I had lost my driver's license. I called DH, told him it was going to be a while and back tracked, except the single trail part. Nothing. I was nervous about it and upset. Not good for my run.<br><br>
I kept going and realized that the only gel I had (and took on mile 7) wasn't going to be enough...same thing about the food. I had decided to leave my pink hippo pack in the car after the first loop and forgot to grab enough food. Bad move. The only think I had left in my jacket was 1 pop tart and 4 bottles of refilled G2 on my FB. Thankfully I had my S!Caps.<br><br>
Mile 12 came and knew I was screwed. I was hungry. I kept doing the 20:2 run/walk, but had considerably slowed down. At mile17/18, I was walking up a giant hill and had a mental break down. I started crying and decided to call DH. I saw then that he had just tried to call me. He tried to help me to eval what was happening. I was overwhelmed with the thoughts of finishing that run and having another 20 tomorrow. But I knew that this is what the training is all about. I had to deal with the break down. He put DD on the phone and she started sayin: I see the trees, the lake the bridge...<br>
Yup, they were at Umstead, to wait for me to finish my run. I told DH I had 5.5 miles to go and it would be a little over 1 hour. But I had something to look forward to.<br><br>
I walked every incline I saw and ran downhill. At 20 miles, I realized that the downhill was very slow too. I couldn't run anymore... I called DH again at 21 and told him it was bad. I felt I was slurring. He said I just sounded out of breath. He told me I could do it, to just keep moving, as best as I could. I would cry and walk everything that was flat or uphill, and snail the downhills... At 22.3 I felt some discomfort in my stomach, the downhills were much harder and even slower... somewhere around 13:30/14:00mm. My legs then started to give out. I almost fell. I walked and felt it was not getting better.<br>
I called DH again and told him that I had finally found out what was going on. I was carb depleted and could barely walk.<br>
I had to take very short steps because I had a hard time keeping my balance.<br>
DH and DD were then walking towards me. At 23, I finally saw DD and she ran to me, gave me her hand and took me to see daddy.<br>
I took approximately 28 minutes to walk the last flat mile, struggling.<br>
When I got to the car, I quickly stuffed myself with a fruit cup, M&Ms, a rice krispies treat, pretzels and more G2.<br>
I started the car and saw my DL on the windshield. Some good soul found it and b/c it is from MA, as well as my license plate (yes, still), they took the time to luckily find the match. I said a quick prayer for that person. Drove a bit and had to make a quick stop to stretch out of a bad cramp on my legs... Then I drove home.<br>
Sorry for the ramble.
