Now I remember...

Well it's been a while. The last time I ran double-digit miles was on Marathon day in Newport. I forgot that running makes me tired...like wicked freaking tired.

I've gotten through the majority of my half marathon training with 8mile long runs. Clearly I am not as into the training for this race as I was my marathon. Blame the snow, blame the cold, blame the little voice in my head that says "you ran 26.2, 13.1 is a breeze." Whatever it is, I'm a little concerned about my slacking.

Yesterday I did 11.4 miles. And I was freaking tired. I forgot that I used to get tired on runs. I got home, collapsed on the floor and wondered, is this normal? Am I just severely out of shape? Yes, and probably yes again. I used to always lay on the floor after long runs, my legs and body were always tired, and yes, I'm probably not in as good of shape as I was for Newport. Whatever. The goal of this race is to finish and not die. Finish, collapse on the ground and let the photog carry me to the car while I complain about how cold I am.

But despite my tweet about my 3lb weight loss (which was actually kinda fun, god I am so much thinner when I'm dehydrated), my near-faint in the shower, and my tiredness, I bounced back. I drank a little, ate a little and then was pretty proud of my double digit run. Sure not as proud as my first time, but still pretty happy.

And despite my post-run exhaustion it actually was a pretty decent run - mid 30s, sunny and amazing. Plus I got to wear my new running gloves that the photog got me for Valentines day (I know adorable, he knows the way to my heart is through running, just like i know alcohol is the way to his).

But that's it for now, tons of snow today so I'm deciding between a treadmill 2-3 recovery run or some xt. Time will tell.