Yesterday morning, I was scheduled to run my second 20 miler of this training cycle. And although G and Kc are out of commission (OK, maybe not out completely, but no longer running the full), I was really excited to head out for 20. Apparently, I am some sort of head case.
Anyway, the perfect plan was in place. I was going to join SpeeDee and her friend Amy. G and Kc were going to be our "bike escorts." L and IronJ were going to jump in along the way. We were going to see all of Richmond, on foot.
But then, at 6 a.m., I woke up to an email from SpeeDee. She was sick and wasn't going to make it. Amy bailed. So, it was just me and my "bike escorts" and a route that I didn't know at all. All of these scenerios were playing in my head. What if G and Kc had to cut it short and I was left all alone? What if the 38 lines of directions weren't enough to get me back to my car? What if I can't make it the whole 20? What if we miss IronJ along the way? Will she be stranded forever?
I had no choice but to show up and find out. When I arrived at the start, G and Kc were already waiting for me ...
I gave G the route and we headed out. The first four miles were at an easy 9:45 pace with me looking all bada** accompanied by my bike protection detail. About 39 minutes into the run, we picked up Lisa, who somehow managed to wear the same shirt as me. At that point I was convinced that people were really going to think that we were running with our bodyguards. We looked good, right?
At mile 10, we managed to connect with IronJ, despite not knowing her plan for the day (we're good like that). Anyway, the last 10 miles were brutal (fun, but brutal). The hills on Riverside Drive never ended, but G did her best to remind me that "you are training for the race you are going to run," and she was right. National isn't flat. And I'm going to be thankful for my training on race day.
Finally, 3:09:59 after we started, we once again arrived at our cars. Our "bike escorts" had survived their first 3+ hour ride and I had another great 20 miler under my belt. And to think I thought it could all go horribly wrong ...