There may have been some whining.
I actually felt better than I did last time as we climbed up to the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Soon after we started the climb up Roanoke Mountain, though, my energy and attitude took a nosedive. My hands were freezing in the relentless, frigid, wind and my legs and lungs were screaming at me.
The climb seemed to take forever, but eventually we made it to the top.
At the top, I had the bright idea to take the trail to the true summit of the mountain. Neither of us had ever been, and it seemed like something we should do. The sign said it was a 10 minute walk. Kurt probably knew that this was a terrible idea, but didn’t want to risk upsetting me any more than I already was, so he agreed.
I figured we’d run, but we were soon climbing stairs. I only had to jog a few steps before I realized there was no way that we’d be running. Whose idea was this? We walked until we got to a clearing that was sort of flattish. We called it the summit, although I’m guessing it was not.
The steep road down Roanoke Mountain was a welcome reprieve.
The mile or so of climbing back up to the turn-off for the road up to the Mill Mountain Star is the hardest part of the run for me. I expect the climbing to be tough after the turn-off, but I always forget that it’s tough for quite a while before that.
We didn’t linger long at the star.
I suggested that we explore the trails around Mill Mountain Park, not because I at all felt like doing it, but because I still wanted to get my mileage in (I was hoping for close to 20). I knew that if we went back to the car, there was
no way in hell not much of a chance that I’d continue on.
Kurt was hurting even more than I was at this point. He vetoed my idea.
My feelings were not hurt.
We made our way back down the mountain.
When we got back to the car at 15.7 miles, we called it a day.
It was our last long run before the Blue Ridge Marathon. I was a little disappointed that we cut it so short, but neither of us felt like we could run another step.
It was not the confidence-building run we had hoped it would be.
Later, when we were trying to figure out why we both crashed so hard, we realized that neither of us had been drinking enough.
It was sunny. We had been sweating like crazy (just look at the selfie we took on top of Roanoke Mountain) but we felt cold. The wind was also evaporating our sweat away so quickly that we didn’t realize we were sweating at all.