Somehow I downloaded a virus onto the computer I usually use which means I don't have much computer time right now. Hopefully it will be wiped off the computer soon.
The big news is Disney released the bib numbers and corral assignments for Marathon weekend next month. It doesn't mean much right now other than it means I am one month away from my first marathon and I am starting to freak out. It is official. I have one month to prepare myself to run 26.2 miles. Sunday I ran 21 miles. It was my first time cracking that dreaded 20 mile mark. It was awful. Just awful. The day before was Meeghan's birthday (another post to come when I can access my pictures), and we decided to go to Magic Kingdom. Originally, I was going to run that morning and then we would leave. However, the night before was E's squadron Christmas party. I was exhausted so I bailed on the run and push it to Sunday morning. I tried my hardest to stay hydrated on the warm day at Disney, but I think I failed. Sunday I woke up feeling a bit dizzy and tired. I decided to go anyway. My heart was not in it because by mile 1 I was trying to quit. Around mile 10 my breathing was becoming weird. When I was younger I struggled with hyperventilating during sporting events. My body decided to do it again. I couldn't breath well at all. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest. Around mile 14 I started intervals so I could finish. I was very tempted to call E so he could pick me up, but I am so stubborn I told myself I would walk the rest of the way if I needed just so I could get the miles. I was pretty emotional by this point which is what triggers the hyperventilation. I was a mess. I started crying. Besides the breathing issue, I had some serious chafing going on. Even though I used a ton of Vaseline before I left, I still had chafing on my thighs and back. My hydration vest was rubbing my bra on my back and so every step it would rub even more. They still hurt today. With all the crap going on, I decided to go very slow and just finish. Finally the miles on my watch turned to 21 and I was so happy I almost did a dance of joy. I have one more long run scheduled before the race, and I am dreading it. I am hoping that this was just a really bad run, and the next one will be better. If it isn't, then this will definitely be my only marathon.