That was rough. I had run 15 miles on a few occasions before, but the scheduled 15miler yesterday (Saturday) was especially difficult. I wasn't into it from the beginning. But then again who looks forward to running 15 miles. OK I know some of you do.

I started at about 8:30am hoping to get an early jump on the 92 degree day that was forecast.
The first several miles were not particularly enjoyable, but by mile 5, I started getting in the grove. So I decided to run 8 miles up, turn around, and head back for a total of 16 miles. Not a good idea. By mile 12 I had drank all four bottles of Gatorade on my fuel belt, and downed two power bar gels. Let's just say with a few miles left, I was tired and THIRSTY!

My legs were burning, my running visor was dripping sweat from the brim, my mouth was dry and I was not a happy camper. I finished the 15 mile run, but then had to walk the last mile to the car since I had run 8 miles away from the car in the begining.

That last mile was brutal. I finally made it to the car about 3 hours later, downed an entire bottle of Gatorade, drove home and soaked my legs in an ice cold bath. Then I hobbled into bed and stayed there for most of the day. I was wiped out. How am I going to do 26 miles in less that two months? Ugh