Recap of Week...

So after the really really REALLY bad run of 18, my body was beaten down. I'm serious... the entire week was terrible. The legs were sore all week long, and it was rough on the mental front.

The first time I ran was Tuesday (from Saturday) and it was pretty tough. I only had 5, and the first 3 miles were very difficult. However, as always, things loosened up after the 3rd and I was able to get to 5.

I then took the next day off. You know that feeling you get after you've been to the gym and you've REALLY worked your legs? That's how I felt all week... and doing more leg-work was just a strain. So after the 5, I was having trouble walking. Basically, I ached. I ran Thursday night, though... did 7. It was ok... but it was also on the treadmill.

Friday I took the day off and rested up for the 14-mile on Saturday. I met Becky at Hillcrest/LBJ at 7:00 AM. We figured we'd run the White Rock Creek Trail. From LBJ to Northwest Highway, it's a "fairly flat" 7-mile run. Plus, we had heard that there are several water fountains. No problem, right?

Well, for me, the first 5 miles were ok. Not great, but fine. At 5 I took my 2nd water break at the tennis courts. We then continued south. Around mile 6 Becky realized there weren't anymore water fountains. Uuugh.

We turned around at Northwest Highway, and I changed my headband/wristband (I kept a dry pair in my pocket). I then put my music on because I was getting grumpy and I needed a bit more motivation.

The next 2 miles were so freakin' long - not because of the mileage, but because of the parchedness! Geez Louise we were thirsty! The temperature was in the mid-80s, and the humidity was in the 70s. So to go without water for 4 miles after running 5 is a LONG time.

That seemed to wear me out, but we made it to the water fountain back at the tennis courts. 2 miles later, I was looking for water again. We passed this park and I told Becky, "there's GOT to be a fountain here, right?" I felt like a man in the desert searching for a mirage. I kept thinking, "there's one!" Nope... I finally gave up and we ran another mile until we found one.

Anyway, it wasn't a great run. We both got winded a few times, and the heat was bearing down on us towards the end. Sitting on the bench afterwards, we both expressed it: "How in the heck are we going to make 21 miles next week?"

We just have to... that's all there is to it.