My friends gave me the “sympathy clap” today. And if you have ever been last in a race or in a workout in which people are yelling “good job”, while clapping, you know what I mean.
Here is todays’ story:

Every day since Tuesday (which was “best day ever”), I have been becoming more and more tired with the training workload. The week started off with a lot of excitement and eagerness. While the excitement and desire is still there today, my fatigue and irritability has started to try to push through.

I had the “bomb run” on my schedule today. The “bomb run” is a 7-10 mile loop that a collection of “Gazelles” do every Friday at 6am (YES, 6AM!!! and, yes, it is STILL DARK). It starts off mellow and gets faster and faster as the miles tick away. Usually I love this run because the people are really fast and SO NICE. And while I like to complain about the 6am start time (LOL), it is really nice to have my run over by 7:30am . Gilbert was our fearless leader today.

Like I said, we started off fairly mellow, however, I could tell within the first mile, that I possibly could be left….for dead. As soon as I thought the word “mellow”, the pace quickened to 6:30- 6:45 pace (a bit downhill). All of the sudden, as Chatty Patty was explaining the route to me, I felt an unwanted “grumble” in the belly. Oh dear, the pace was already getting fast on the warm up and I needed to take a #2…we still had 8 miles to go…

There I was 1.5 miles into my run…with these thoughts: I was getting dropped on the warm-up; I needed to take a shit; I was tired from the last three days of working hard; It was still dark outside; Everyone was so damn happy; I was pissed that ML was still in bed (sleeping soundly); and I was pissed at Cliff for making me do this fucking run after nearly killing me yesterday…LOL! (I know it’s good for me, but at the time, I was getting aggro!)

Well, after I eventually got dropped at mile 3, I got over being aggro. Then I just ran…I ran hard until I got to the fields at Barton Skyway. I knew that there was a bathroom there. However, my thoughts raced as I was starting to get desperate. I was all alone. And unfortunately, the public bathrooms make me really nervous as homeless folks sleep in or around them. At this point, I was getting the chills as I really, really had to go. So I decided to go in the middle of the baseball field. It was still dark and I wasn’t going to risk going into the bushes or public bathrooms and getting jumped. Austin is a major city and I am “safety sally”. If I was going to get attacked I wanted to see the attacker coming for me. (Yes, people have told me stories and I am not taking chances). I do apologize, however, for the “Pile” in the middle of the field . :(

As soon as I finished my business, I hustled up the hills through the neighborhoods. I went as fast as I could, which was about 7:20 pace now. Ugh, I was really fighting to go hard, and I was losing the battle. Finally, after about 8 or so miles, I saw Kelly…Thank goodness. She took a different route than I did, but we managed to hook up again until she pulled away from me (again) as we turned for home. I just imagined that invisible rope to try to stay as close as possible…

As I finished, I heard clapping. I guess I didn’t realize that all of the guys would start clapping for me with cheerful accolades: “good job, amanda”. Oh dear. I was so embarrassed. They were giving me the “sympathy clap”. I was last to finish. :( I was ok with being last to finish…and I was actually happy with my effort during the run…and then I got the “clap”. I tried to downplay the cheers and put on my gracious face. After all, these guys are my friends. They had no idea that I was mortified. LOL! I quickly grabbed Kelly for a warm down. This was the greatest idea ever. After 15 minutes, the run was already forgotten. The topic had changed. And everyone (including me) was happy and ready for the rest of the day…