Janessa, I think you might be drinking too much water. Your symptoms sound like hyponatremia, where your sodium levels get too low because there is too much water in your system. I have an IRL friend with a tendency toward this, so she always drinks a sport drink instead of water when she runs...before, during, and after.
eks, your bread looks incredible!!!
Welcome, Lisa Marie!!!
cReb, your long run was a million times better than mine!!
It started too slow for one thing. I don't know why I thought that hanging 2 lbs. of gaterade off my backside was a good idea. It took me a while to get the holder in a comfortable position where it wouldn't bounce. I changed out the 16 oz. bottle for a 32 oz bottle that was a tight fit. Fletcher was going to meet me at mile 11.8 and run the remaining 4.2 miles home. When we measured the distance last night, he told me about 10 miles into the drive (well past the halfway mark) that he started the odometer considerably down the road from our house...maybe .2 miles. I was so shocked. Maybe I'm out of line, but 16 miles is a scary proposition for me. If I'd been driving and forgot to hit the button, I would have turned around right away to get an accurate measurement. An extra .4 miles by the time I get back is a helluva lot more than 16 miles, right? Or am I making too big a deal out of this? Anyway, maybe it's the mild OCD in me, but I had to go the distance we measured for fear of not going far enough if I tried to estimate. So, I had carefully planned out what I would do with my gloves, my iPod, my heavy fanny bottle carrier, and additional gaterade by the fact that my mom would drop him off at 11.8 miles or further. They showed up at about 9.5 miles. I traded one bottle for the smaller one even though the big one wasn't empty because it was in the plan to trade, even though I knew this would short me 8 oz or so. In fact, I even called them to tell them that I was going slower than planned and asked if it would be okay to meet me later. They said yes (my mom wasn't really in a hurry to get to the school...she was just cleaning). So then they drive a bit further and when I get to Fletcher, she's gone and it's only mile 10. He doesn't understand why I'm upset so I just started bawling. I bawled until mile 12. The bottle kept falling out of the holder and I was carrying my thick gloves and the iPod I wasn't using and just fell apart. I was so disturbed that he didn't understand that this was all really delicately planned out. He got mad at me for being upset and then I got mad at him for being so unreasonable about it. It was ugly. Finally, he seemed to understand, or at least he got tired of the argument, so he took my gaterade bottle and offered to carry my iPod. I just feel like I made a mistake by not being 100% self-sufficient. I'm choosing to do this training without the support of my friends who are also in training and support each other. So, I should have been self-sufficient. It was a mistake to think that they would follow the plan. I even called to change the time in order to keep my plan working smoothly when I was taking too long. At mile 13, my hip and foot were hurting so badly I had to walk for about half a mile. I spent the last two miles running and walking off and on because I just couldn't keep going. So, it was 16.4 miles and it was lousy. I am so full of self-doubt again. How am I ever going to make it 10 more miles?!? I'm sure the blubbering didn't help my energy levels. Was I just over emotional and tired, or would you guys be upset about this kind of thing, too? Maybe I should go the full-disclosure route with my friends and then jump into the support rotation. He just doesn't understand the stress that that kind of run puts on the body. Or am I making too big a deal of this? I took pictures of my feet when I got back. Something funky is definitely going on with my right foot. There was a pressure line across my big toe where I have a bunion. I have an appt. with a PT tomorrow. Maybe he'll recommend different shoes or something. Sorry for the long whiney post.
I feel rotten and so sorry for myself and I don't even have PMS or AF to blame for it! Probably I should never have taken this on. With my propensity for depression and anxiety, maybe I'm taking the exercise thing too far and causing damage. It sure has been a great help all these months, though, and I think it has helped keep the depression more at bay. Still...
I know there are much bigger things going on here and after a good night's sleep I won't be so self-centered. Actually, thinking about the ceremony we are going to in a couple of hours puts things into perspective, too. Thanks for being here, you guys!