Week 9 had 4, 8, and 8 mile runs scheduled during the weekdays. The 4 miles went well. I was still coming off the short weekend and feeling pretty good. I kept up a pretty good pace. The Tuesday 8 mile run started out great and then turned into a mess of walking, stomach issues, and calling home to say I was barely running. My buddy came out and met me for the last mile which we ended up walking because that was the only way I could control my stomach. My fueling does not work well in the afternoon and that day was a fight.
The Thursday 8 mile run turned into another fight. I decided to run laps that were about 3.5 miles. I was totally convinced I was going to quit after the first lap but I saw my buddy standing at the end of the driveway. In my completely messed up head I thought he was looking for me so that he could run with me. Turns out he was waiting for a satellite so that he could run. Either way, I couldn’t quit so I turned out to do a second lap. He ran half a mile with me and never got the satellite but decided to speed up and finish his 3 mile run. I finished my lap and stopped at 7. I’m glad he came out and tricked me or I would have quit.