Forget misery. Crazy loves company. Especially for 20 miles.

by lachicaruns on

Today’s 20-mile run was awesome. Awesome in that I finished and didn’t die.

See?IMG_5328Met my friends Janet and Ellen at 6 a.m. at our local running store, Playmakers, for 6 miles before our team run at 7:30. It was super dark and I was grateful that Ellen thought to bring a flashlight and that Janet paid attention and got us out and back in time to join the group.

By the time 300 runners got in and out of the bathroom (especially the women who had to share two stalls and stood in a line 12 deep), we started a bit later than planned. We traveled through a neighborhood of beautiful homes with lots of flat road and by the river on the Michigan State University campus.

Playmakers loaded us up with water and Gatorade at aid stations every two miles. I downed as much as I could without drowning myself. I also ate SportBeans every five miles or so.

Speaking of water, it also rained for a couple of hours straight. It wasn’t too bad and I was glad to finish without any blisters or chaffing spots (thank you SmartWool socks and Skirt Sports gear!).

As with a lot of runs, we got separated from Ellen, picked up another group of friends and ended with my friend and neighbor Winona. We went out five miles and back, so I had 16 by chica with janet after 20That meant going back out by myself for the last four. With no music or Audible books because I, ahem, forgot my headphones despite laying everything out last night next to my bed (mental note to create a check-off list before race day). I ran back the way we came to the first aid station, chatted with a couple of friends who gave me enough encouragement to get back for the last two — virgin — miles.IMG_5319I won’t say they were glorious, but they weren’t too bad. I didn’t have too much gas in the tank when I was done, so I had a few minutes’ worth of self doubt, then reminded myself that the crowds and, I hope, friendly faces will get me through the last 10k on race day.

All in all, a successful 20 miles in the books. Now on to the taper, which hasn’t been my favorite thing in the past.

What’s your longest distance? Do you have any tips for this tapering chica?

NOTE: I am a Skirt Sports ambassador captain, but I was not compensated for this post. All views are my own.

Written by: lachicaruns

My name is Gisgie. It's pronounced geese (like the birds) and gee (like the letter). Now that we've met, I'm glad you're here. I'm an injury-prone runner who manages to find reasons to keep coming back to the road despite ongoing challenges. Most recently, I've struggled with piriformis syndrome. I'm currently winning. Most days.

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