Last Friday I’d planned on doing a long run of at least 18 miles. Well, the good news is I learned a lot from that attempt. The bad news is every little thing seemed to go very wrong and I only ran about eight instead. I overslept and had a plane to Chicago to catch that afternoon, so that cut my run short from the get-go. I went (by myself – a mistake)) a different direction on an unfamiliar trail and it took me down secluded, creepy trails. My MP3 Player battery went dead about the time my shin splints started to scream at me. Menstrual cramps made breathing in deeply (especially sniffling) a sharp shooting pain in my lower back. No drinking fountains on this trail. My Morton’s Neuroma acted up and every step with that foot was like a red hot knife stabbing in it. I actually called my sister, intending to ask her to come pick me up, but she wasn’t there. When Hubby later commented how tough I was for not giving up, I conveniently left out that part. Anyway, This Saturday or Sunday I’ll do my last long run before my taper. I hope it will go better. I’m sure I’ll prepare and plan better.