I blowed up real good

I knew this would happen somewhere along the line. I set out to run 22 miles today, I fried out at 18. I'm not overly disappointed because I know I made some big strategic errors - LIKE NOT TAKING WATER. Yes, today I was an idiot. I tore myself away the computer after having found an old friend online. I knew I needed to get a long run in today so I just forced myself out the door. Around mile four my mouth was getting a little dry and I realized this might not have been a good idea. It also probably wasn't a good idea to eat that cheeseburger Sunday, because going up the major training hill, I felt like doing some major training vomiting (I resisted the urge, again, no water to wash my mouth out afterward). Around mile 14 a man was taking his garbage out. For a moment I pondered asking him, "Can you spare a runner a drink?" But I didn't, figuring it was too late anyway. Around mile 16 I realized I was starting to do my Rocky Balboa 15th round stagger. At 18 I just ground to a halt. The body just said no more. I walked for about two minutes and gave it another try. Five minutes of running and I ground to a halt again. It was that way the rest of the way home, run (very, very slowly), walk, feel like crap, run again. Ah, and I had gone out hoping to think through some great running is like life metaphors. Perhaps if I had remembered my old Boy Scout mantra, Be Prepared, I could have a better blog today.