Clearly A Rookie Mistake

Clearly I went too fast.

Clearly I dehydrated myself.

Clearly I need something to put in my belly during my long runs.

But, the 12?

Not a fluke.

However, I'm currently exhausted. Depleted. Trying to find the energy to put some food in my mouth. Trying to figure out what would be the best fuel. Trying to figure out how to not feel so tired.

I felt great during my run. Fantastic even. The sun was shining. I was listening to my fave running music. Even holding myself back on the first 6. Knowing I was going for 12.

I was shocked to look down after 6 and see I had done it in 56 minutes flat. Smiling and elated I turned back around to do the final 6.

Loving the trail I was running. Loving all the people running. And riding. And walking. Loving the beautiful weather. Loving my new running clothes. Loving my Toby Mac.

By the last mile or so I felt like I might as well be walking. Perhaps even crawling. I was thirsty. Tired. Digging in. Wanting to stick my face in a puddle as I ran by...

I gave a final push and up the last hill I ran. Completely expecting to be over 2 hours. Completely shocked when I looked at my timer that said 1:49:40!! Holy cow! Almost 10 minutes faster than last week!

I felt fantastic. Not tired at all. Definitely not feeling like I had ran as fast as I did.

Then, as I was about to pick up the kids it hit. I started feeling a little funky. By the time I got home it was all I could do to fix the kids lunch and get in the shower.

I collapsed on my bed wrapped in my robe. Laying there. Trying to talk myself into going to the kitchen.

Clearly, I am a rookie!

I just found a gatorade and am now giving myself a pep talk to go into the kitchen and refuel. A friend was just talking about supplements this week. Thinking I'm going to have to see what that's all about...

After I scrape myself up off the floor!