12.6 miles later.
Running through deep running streams... stepping down into mucky water up past my ankles... getting completely soaked... and then I start running again, listening to the squish-squish-squish sounds of the water in my socks inside my shoes.
Thank God for Drymax socks.
And I'm not getting paid to say this. They absorbed the moisture in my water-logged shoes ---each time, I stepped into another raging stream or sitting puddles too large to jump across I would hear the squishing for a bit.. and then it would be gone.
Whenever I could.. I would run alongside the paths.. but oftentimes, even that was deceiving and the edges were water-logged as well!
No blisters to note.. and I ran with wet socks and shoes within mile 1 out of my 12.6 mile run. It was a long way to run. This time I hafta admit... it was kinda hard.
I ran over waterfalls. I ran through mud so thick and deep.... it felt as though my shoes were velcroed to the ground. It also felt like I was lifting 5 pound weights off my ankles as I stumbled through it. I ran underneath fallen trees from last week's storm. I climbed over other fallen trees. It was an obstacle course. Many of the moss covered trees looked florescent! It was extraordinarily beautiful! The views were breathtaking.
At one point in the run, a woman ran past me with short dark hair.
I shouted, Karen! recognizing her as one of my sister's running friends.
She turned briefly around to say, No.. I'm Maria....
I shouted, Maria Ronchelli!!
She stopped and spun around to look at me as if in disbelief!
It was fun to see her. We went to elementary school through high school together and now I know she lives in my neighborhood. Small world! I think she graduated in my brother's class.
Are you gonna run in the half-marathon?! I asked her.
I signed up.. .not sure if I'm fit enough for it! ... she responded as she blazed past me.
I shouted.. "You are!" but I don't think she heard me. She was running too fast to hear me.
Two hours and six minutes into my run, my legs feeling the fatigue, I guess I wasn't lifting my feet high enough to carry myself over all the rocks and mini boulders and I tripped and gashed my right kneecap onto a bolder. It bled.
Anita was there behind me and helped me back up. I felt shakey at first... and walked maybe 20 seconds before I started running again.
It was a crazy run.
Two hours and 31 minutes later.. i arrived to my destination.
Next week I think we're only going to run 7.5 miles... to ease off. And then the following sunday is our half-marathon.
I don't have the same elated, blissful, exhilarated feeling I have felt in other runs, but I'm so grateful I made it through this run.
Another record breaking distance.
And I should be proud.
Afterall.. I've only been running two and a half months.