I was so excited.
Today was going to be the day. 18 miles. And I felt great! I hydrated well yesterday. I had my peanut butter early this morning and took my pre-run Excedrin. I was ready.
It was overcast, not too terribly hot and we enjoyed a nice breeze. Perfect July weather. I was going strong. So strong!
But L* wasn't. After about mile 14 I noticed that he was really struggling. He was falling further and further behind the group. And for some reason, no one was staying with him. I looked back one last time so see him giving every thing he had to make it up the hill. So I turned around, ran to meet him and assured him that I wouldn't leave him. We runners gotta watch out for each other! (and I know he would have done the same for me) Grateful, he told me that he needed to walk. We walked a bit and got even further from the group. I tried to get his mind off of things by engaging him in conversation. I asked him to tell me the story of how he met his wife. He stumbled over his words and couldn't remember what state he lived in when they were dating. Concerned, I made him sit down in the shade, take some water and rest. We then lost the group completely. With about 3 miles still to go, I walked the rest of the way with him. I didn't want to take off running because I wasn't sure of the way back and I was still a little worried about his state. He was good though, and eventually was able to tell me how he met his wife!
Better safe than sorry.
So, I covered 18 miles (a little further according to L*'s Garmin) but I didn't actually run 18 miles. So disappointing. Because I was ready to grab it and growl today!
Oh well, there is always next weekend!