Zero Dark [Mile] Thirty

Yesterday was April Fool's Day, and while I didn't get toothpaste on the bottom of my mouse like some did I still got punked...

My run schedule post-it-note had me running 7 miles yesterday. HA 

Two miles in I knew my knees weren't gonna go seven, so I made a mental deal with myself to just go four.

And I copped out at three.

I about cried. I was absolutely defeated. 

While I stretched out my legs on the back of the bug I kept thinking to myself, HOW am I going to go 13.1 in 4 WEEKS. The word Failure was flashing through my mind. In red and ALL CAPS.

 So, I did what any almost 24 year old does, I texted my 19 year old brother. 

And, of course, he knew exactly what to say.

I bribed him with Cliff bars to ride my ass for the next four weeks and to run parts of my long weekend runs with me. Running may be 99% mental but it's always nice to have someone by your side to keep you pushing during 10 milers. 

I told Joe about my knees feeling like they were dislocating from my body and he gave me some tips and pointers. And after a long epsom salt bath [HUGE thanks to Sara for this life saver] I was ready for the rest of training this week and relieved to have today off. 

Joe's coming down to cheer me on during the half [bribed with sprinkle donuts] and I am so so thankful for that. Mom and dad will be tracking me from the computer this year. Heck, can you blame them? I would probably do the same. Mom's been a huge support for my training this time around and this text from her made me tear up this morning. 

I am one lucky kid! 

They say it takes a village to raise a kid. Hell, I say it takes a village of family and friends to get you through training for a half marathon. Constant texts and words of cheer and motivation have kept my butt going, now I just hope I don't let anyone down come race day, primarily myself!