So, I had what felt like the longest run ever last Saturday. Longest. Run. Ever. Not exaggerating.
I was in Hilton Head, and it was warm.
I had been up late the night before so I didn’t get started until 7am. I know. I know. That’s my fault. But it was already 79* when I started! And let’s not get started on humidity.
I had planned to run 16 miles, but after the first 6 miles I decided that 13 miles would be plenty.
By Mile 6 I had gone through 10 ounces of my 20 ounces of water. And by my turnaround point, I only had about 8 ounces of water left. Neither of the parks I had stopped at had working bubblers! What’s up with that!? It’s the middle of summer, people!
As I was texting A about how miserable I was, I saw an older gentleman walking toward me. I exaggerated my southern drawl a tad and asked him if he had any idea where a bubbler might be (although, I used the words “water fountain” because we are in the south after all). He told me that if I continued another mile in the direction I was going there would be a water fountain on the pier leading to the beach. Score!
Except that would make my run 16 miles since it was the opposite direction from our condo–the actual amount I was supposed to run. :::sigh::: It was meant to be.
The next mile went very quickly knowing I had water waiting for me at the end. However, the run home was miserable. For the last 5 miles I had to stop every mile for water. I went through 40 ounces on that run and I still didn’t pee for hours afterward. That’s more than I usually drink during a marathon. Way more. That’s how dehydrated I was.
My clothes were sopping wet from sweat. It took me a good 45 minutes to cool down before I could shower. And I chafed in places on my shoulders and back that I had never chafed before simply because my sports bra was soaking wet and I was continuing to sweat. And it was rubbing.
Now, I love running. I really do. But that particular run was miserable. I am blogging about this because every runner or non-runner should know that it is okay to hate running sometimes. It is okay to feel miserable sometimes. You will always have better runs in your future. (Although, I must admit that the two outdoor runs I have done this week seem to have been equally as hot–just not as far. Am I right, Shawn?)
And I totally ate whatever I wanted when we went to the Skullcreek Boathouse for dinner later that evening. I did not feel guilty about it. I love seafood.
Here are a few pictures from my run during my water breaks:
Here is a view from our dinner that night:
And the girls absolutely loved the ocean. They are totally beach BCs.
Quote of the Day:
“There is something magical about running; after a certain distance, it transcends the body. Then a bit further, it transcends the mind. A bit further yet, and what you have before you, laid bare, is the soul.” -Kristin Armstrong
I made these cookies for my mom’s birthday (the reason the family was at Hilton Head). They weren’t the best, but they had me intrigued so I wanted to give them a try!
Chocolate Chip Graham Cracker Cookies
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter, room temperature
- 1 cup brown sugar
- 2 teaspoons vanilla
- 1 egg
- 1 1/2 cups graham cracker crumbs
- 3/4 cup all purpose flour
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup chocolate chips
- Preheat oven to 350°F.
- In the bowl of a stand mixer, cream together the butter and sugar until creamy
- Beat in the vanilla and egg until well combined.
- In a medium bowl, combine the graham cracker crumbs, flour, baking soda, and salt. Gradually add to the butter mixture until just combined.
- Stir in the chocolate chips.
- Using a medium cookie scoop, drop balls of dough onto a parchment-lined baking sheet. Bake for 7 minutes. Cookies will look slightly underdone, but should set up nicely as they cool.
Courtesy of My Baking Addiction