For some reason, every time that I have to run 11 miles, I seem to have a miserable run. Yet, when I run 10 miles - I feel great. I feel invincible. I feel like I could run and run and run.
So how come when I am scheduled to run 11 miles, I flake out? Is there some mental block that I can't get over? Is 11 miles really that harder than 10? After all, it's only 1 more mile. It should be no problem! What's a girl to do?
I am calling it my 11 mile hump. I think going above the 10 mile mark is challenging and my mind is telling me that I can't do it. But the weird thing is that I have done it before. So - I am not sure what the issue is.
Today I met a bunch of running friends in Sand Lake and we ran 5.5 miles out one way, and then 5.5 miles back. And let's just say that there were a ton of hills. Lots of hills. And by mile 2.5 I was out of breath and just plain not feeling the happiness of the run. I spent a lot of time walking. I felt a little better around mile 5. And then it went all to kapoooey after that. Thankfully my friend Amanda stayed with me and we decided to run 2 minutes and walk 1 minute and we did that for the last 3 miles. I have never wanted to finish a run so badly in my life. It took me 2 hours.
I also ran out of water. I carry a 10 ounce water bottle and by mile 9, it was gone. Fortunately we encountered a nice old woman outside her house and she filled our water bottles up for us. Amanda commented to me that she hoped she didn't poison us. HA! I guess that could happen. But - I am still here to write about this - so there was apparently no poison in her water.
Anyway - next week I am scheduled to run 12 miles. We will be on vacation and I know it will be flat as a pancake. So - hopefully I will power through this hump that seems to be in my way.