Today, my goal was to run 11 miles. Just one more mile than last week. It didn’t go quite as well as I hoped.

Today is one of the nicest days we’ve had in awhile, and the temperature got into the 70s. Which is fine … but when you’re running on a unshaded trail, and there are no clouds, it feels warmer.

Also, I think I overhydrated during a run a few weeks ago, and I wanted to avoid that this time, but I think I underhydrated. And about halfway in, I started feeling dehydrated. Unfortunately, I was 5.5 miles from my water supply. I kept going, but didn’t pass any water fountains or anything. Finally around mile 8, I started walking and broke down and called The Sailor and asked him to meet me around mile 9, since that was an easy-to-find spot not far from home.

He of course had the same reaction I would have. (Why didn’t you bring water? Or some money to run off course to a store to buy some?) I was debating having him drive me back to my car, but I wanted to finish 11 miles even if I didn’t run them, so I walked the last two miles, although that was no picnic either, even with water.

So, I need to invest in one of those attractive water fanny packs. Which really isn’t a big deal because I already run with a little fanny pack, because all of my running shorts/cropped pants don’t have pockets.

Also, I need to plan better so I can do my runs earlier in the day, when the sun isn’t much of a factor.

I’m not going to let today get me down. During the run, among all the “I’m so freaking thirsty … would it be really wrong to drink some of the water in a puddle on the side of the trail?” (I did not break down and do that, although if The Sailor wasn’t available, maybe I would have.) I was also having thoughts of “can I really do this half marathon?” I guess I need to remember that today was a bad day … they aren’t all bad days. And the problems I had today are solved easily enough by going out earlier and getting a water fanny pack.