22 miles of misery, completed.

Long run Friday...22 miles of the ATT covered on foot...hot, humid air suffocating the lungs...sweet husband cycling beside me...so thankful it's done.

Although today's run was not as successful as I had hoped, it was completed and I can scratch it off the calendar.  Today was not an issue of whether my legs would make it, it was all about the digestive system holding it together (or shall I say "holding it in & down").  Let me just say, it's now 8:15pm and still dealing with the intestinal effects of today's run.

So what went wrong?  No idea.  Two slices of toast with butter and honey, glass of orange juice, two bottles of water, 1 Excedrine, 1 pkg of Power Blasts before the run began.  During the run, drank 3 bottles of water, 1 bottle of Gatorade, 3 Accel Gels, 1 pkg of Honey Stinger chews (the only "new" item tried today).  The humidity was definitely a factor today, it made it harder to keep up with the water intake.  Thank goodness my husband was riding next to me, his patience and encouragement helped me get back to the car (even though at the time he was frustrating me).  I made it back to the parking lot and glanced at my watch, it said 21.15 miles.  No way.  There's no way I could set out to run 22 miles and end on 21.15.  So, back down the trail to finish out the 22 mile run, satisfied.

It took me nearly 30 min to leave the parking lot, the knots in my stomach wouldn't let up.  Somehow I needed to refuel, but there was no way I could take my stinky self anywhere.  The pain let up just enough to make it to AE where Meredith said I could shower, then (after a great chat) off to Bruegger's for a bagel and egg white.  By the time I dared eat the bagel, it had been 3 hrs since finishing my run.  Oh the things we put our bodies through...I don't want to repeat this experience again.

At the end of the day, the ave pace today was 8:55 (8:20 until mile 14).  Started feeling nauseous and sick around mile 14 and progressively worse as the miles passed.  At 18, I was ready to crawl into a hole and stay there in the fetal position and my pace about as slow as the turtle we nearly ran over.

Thankful that it's done, hope to feel better by tomorrow.