I made it. I ran the mountain twice in a row. 1.5 miles to the mountain, 2 miles up, 2 miles down, 2 miles up, 2 miles down and 1.5 miles back to the car.
That was a run!
A couple things. At the end, my legs felt like I had run a marathon. In fact I actually hit a wall with just about a mile left to go. I was shot and could barely seem to lift one leg in front of the other.
All in all it went well, with one HUGE exception.
I didn’t. I didn’t drink much on Saturday. I didn’t drink any water on Sunday before my run. This wasn’t on purpose, I just forgot. I also didn’t take anything with me on the run and there are no water fountains except near my car.
I debated stopping after my first time up the mountain, but this would be the only time I could get this run in and it would be 13 miles which seems to be to be close to half marathon distance. 🙂 (My half is in 2 weeks, so next Sunday I’ll just run my normal run.)
I debated running back to the car, but that would add another 1.5 miles on to my run and I honestly wasn’t up for a 14.5 mile run.
So I just ran.
It went well other then my freaking out. I didn’t want to overdue it. I didn’t want heat exhaustion. If I could just find some water. I prayed, “Lord, if you could use a raven to bring Elijah food, could you please get me some water”.
The top of the mountain, the second time up, I saw two women looking at a map of the park. They had WATER in their backpacks. Now, I am very aware that a guy, covered in salt from dried sweat is probably not going to be well received by a couple of women minding their own business. I was a bit desperate. I went up to them and asked nicely if they had any water I could drink. One looked at me and said, “Do you know where you are?” I thought, “Do I look that disoriented?” I replied, “Yes, I run up here a lot”. She said, “Great, because we are lost”.
So I told them how to get to the falls and they shared about a half a cup of water with me.
Then it was back down the mountain and to my car.
The last 1.5 miles were brutal. It had gotten near 80 outside and my legs were shot. I had almost nothing to give, but I refused to stop running (If you can call a 11:00 pace running). I thought, “If I can run 13 miles up and down a mountain, I can handle a hilly half marathon in Nashville.”
I finally got to the water fountain and drank for about a minute. I poured water on my had so it would keep my head cool and then ran the last half mile to the car.
13.1 miles in just over 2:09. Not bad for 1200 feet elevation and in my old PureFlow’s.
Then I saw it! The Gatorade machine. It was like an oasis. I got money out of my car, and filled it with quarters. I pressed the button… and nothing happened. I pressed all the drink buttons… Nothing happened. It was a mirage. On top of that, it took my money. 😦
I can’t complain. I’m glad I made it back and I had 2 waters in the car. I’m sore today, but it is a good sore. I feel like I accomplished something big and I was satisfied that I gave it all I could.
Next time I’ll hydrate!!!