We got up at our usual time, had breakfast, relaxed with the dogs. Around 7:30 we hit the road. Trevor's pace was going to be about 9 minutes slower than me so I started on the route 9 minutes before him. We figured he would catch up to me around mile 12.
Right from the start, I wasn't really feeling it. I was having a hard time motivating myself. I was pushing my pace and our route was hilly. It was also pretty warm out, even that early. I was holding my pace and doing okay. I was having a hard time staying focused. I kept thinking of ways that I could cut the route short. Around mile 8, I was really not wanting to do the full 18. I was thinking that maybe we should just do the half marathon at the Gorge instead. My pace was right on track so I don't really know what the problem is.
Around mile 11, we had a water/bathroom stop. I stopped and waited for Trevor. I wanted to walk home. Actually, I wanted to lay down in the grass and fall asleep. After about five minutes, Trevor came running up. We walked for a minute and then kept running. It was then that I fell apart. My pace slowed quite a bit. I was glad that we kept moving.
The last two miles were really more than I could handle! There was one big hill around mile 17 and I said to Trevor "I'm walking that hill". We got to the top and ran the last half mile home. When we arrived home I said "why'd you make me run 18 miles" and Trevor reminded me that it was my idea to run the marathon. Damnit, why do I come up with ideas like that.
Oh well. Its over and we did it. There will be many more long runs like that over the next 8 weeks. They have to get easier....right?