Days 143 & 144: It's official... and I officially fail

Ok, first things first: Cross training yesterday due to wacky schedule was belly dancing. Learned these moves called camels. All I have to say is... I didn't know I had muscles there...

I registered for the Disney marathon today. I paid the money... all $135 of it... so I'm committed. Unfortunately, it was the worst possible day I could pick to do it. Chris and I attempted to run our 17 miler. Worst. Run. EVER. At mile 7, I was so hungry that I was actually in pain, and we had to do a walk/run. We stopped for an apple and some Gatorade at 13.5, but it was too late by that point, so we mostly walked the last part... and we only made it 16. I literally teared up and was going to cry. There's no way we can do a marathon if we can't run 17. Chris assured me that it wasn't the distance. We know that we can run 7 miles. We do it all the time. We know we can run 13... how many times have we done that? And our 16 miler was great, followed by a fantastic half marathon. He thinks we had too many other factors working against us. And it's probably true. Usually we do our long runs first thing in the morning, after a good breakfast. Today we had both worked a full day and neither of us had eaten any time close to when we ran. We both desperately need new shoes, so we were both hurting. And since we just had two good long runs, we were due for a bad one. It happens.

By the time we finished I was fairly convinced. We both agreed to get new shoes before Sunday, regroup, and get back to our long run routine. We're going to try for 18 on Sunday like we're supposed to do, but we agreed that it would be ok if we decide to stop at 17. It would only put us a week behind, and since we planned extra time for that and haven't lost any time yet, I think that's probably fine. So I'm not going to cry about the bad run tonight. I'm going to get super excited about my trip to Big Peach and snazzy new running shoes tomorrow, focus on the resolutions I set Monday, and get ready for Sunday like it's any other long run day. It's going to be ok. It has to be.