|Tower of Terror 10 Miler|
I did run on the treadmill last weekend when I was visiting my parents. I had forgotten how different it is. I still prefer to be outside. It's easier to push myself further. When you have no choice but to finish, you do.
After the one day on the treadmill, K1 and I decided to get up early and hit the road. I needed to get a long run in after the week off for our beach trip. Hubby decided to sleep in, but after our run later in the week, I think he regretted that decision. It's so much harder to get back into the running grove when you take time off.
Georgia gets warm early and can be quite muggy, but we got out as early as we could drag ourselves out of bed. Luckily, the roads were empty and the route we ran was completely flat (whew). The roads are also lined with trees, so it gave us plenty of shade. Oh, I forgot to mention that they live on a swamp. Really. The bugs were in full force and attacking at every step. K1 was miserable from the bugs and the lack of running outside or for any distance in quite awhile. She was quite surprised when we completed 4 miles.
I let K1 end her run at that point while I refilled my water bottle and grabbed a quick bite of banana to refuel. 2 more miles would keep me on track with my training and I wasn't going to let a little heat or exhaustion keep me from hitting it, so I headed back out. I don't mind running solo, but I prefer to run with someone. What I didn't count on what that someone being a pack of wild dogs. There hadn't been any cars out all morning, but one did pass me. When I saw the three shadows up ahead, I just assumed that car hit an animal and the turkey buzzards were having a feast. As I got closer I realized they were wild dogs. I stopped dead in my tracks. Maybe that isn't the best saying for the moment - ha! I wasn't sure what I should do. I was afraid if I turned around an ran that they would chase after me. There were some rocks on the side of the road, so I picked some up and yelled at the dogs to go. I was hoping to not need the rocks, but I wanted to be prepared. After shouting at them a few times, they finally jumped a fence and ran over a hill. Whew!
I don't know how I convinced myself to keep running, because I really just wanted to turn around and go home to safety. Somehow, I just did. Not only that, I got another DR (distance record)! 7.11 miles under my belt. Less than three miles to my goal. I'm more confident than ever that I'll be able to finish the TOT race and with a decent time (for me). Little victories, it's what keeps me going. Who knows? Maybe I'll even consider a half marathon some day. And yes, dad, I'll take the pepper spray next time I decide to go by myself.