I always feel like I just blooped and then realize it has been nearly a week since I went blah, blah, blah.
I went running on the hills outside my front door. The run started
decently enough. It was still early enough that I got a little shade
and there wasn't much road traffic. I ran out to the sidewalk area (re:
evil concrete) on the main road about a mile from my house. There is a
big yucky up and down hill that isn't so bad on the 1st mile, but is
terrible on the final mile. I ended up coming back a different way (and
adding another 2 miles onto my run) just to avoid it. Cars were out at
this point and I had to jump into the brush in the shoulder a few times
to avoid becoming roadkill.
It's only about 150 feet of ascent in a half mile, but I still took a 2 mile detour:
Splits: 8:13, 8:16, 8:04, 8:09, 8:04, 8:12, 8:01, 7:48, final .3 in 2:29 (8:14 pace)
night, I went to the Greenway for a 5-miler. All the fairweather
cyclists were out and in death mode. I got nearly sideswiped with each
mile. And of course, the 'good' cyclists who were wearing helmets and
calling out their presence were not the ones causing the ruckus. It was
the helmetless jerks who felt the need to bike at 20mph on the Greenway
even though there are signs posted all over stating the cyclists must
go only 10mph.
Apparently all it did was get me hot and angry. Splits: 7:52, 7:45, 7:49, 7:51, 7:44
morning I went out for 16 miles. I had dreamed about Loopsters the
night before (mostly because I'm stupid, ridiculously excited about
Rehoboth!!!) and was feeling good mojo on my way out the door.
was solidified by a Boston Terrier sighting at the trail head. I
probably freaked out the guy with the BT (and another pup) with my
over-exuberance. I love my BTs:
knew it was going to be a hot one, so I planned to try to stay as close
to an 8:30 pace in the beginning as my I-want-to-run-fast-all-the-time
self would let me. The first few miles went along pretty good. I was
feeling happy to be out in the sunshine and I was finally not going too
fast. But as I got close to mile 5 and my first Gu, I realized that I
was almost out of liquid. Normally, I'm easily okay until the water
fountain at mile 6.75. 2 10-ounce bottles gone in 5 miles--must be hot!
refilled at mile 6.75 and drank about 8 ounces at the pit stop. I
started to feel a little better in the next miles, but noticed that I
was almost out again close to mile 10. There is another water fountain
near a park off the path so I stopped again to refill. Not too long
after I got going again, my iPod ran out of juice. Great, now I was
going to have to listen to my sloshing and heavy breathing for the rest
of the way. It was getting hotter and I was starting to feel most
uncomfortable. My Garmin has been acting funny and lost satellite at
probably the worst time--when I was feeling over and done with the run
around mile 12.
I contemplated cutting the run
short at 14 miles which would be when I reached the trail head again.
But when I got there, I kept running past the paved area and into the
woods. People obviously run and bike back along the trail, but with the
impending summer, it was pretty thick with underbrush. I ran about a
half mile out and had more satellite issues.
back to the trail head again and finished the 16 miles on the paved
portion. I had been dreaming of a Frosty for about half of the run and
quickly hustled to my car to go get my sweet reward. It tasted so
delicious. I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes slurping on it
until I got a brain freeze.
After I got home, ate, and
took a shower, the compulsive need to nap came on strong. I needed to
go the grocery store so I promised myself I could collapse after I
finished that. I don't know why sometimes I get so sleepy after some
long runs. Probably a combination of the sun and heat--it's like beach
tired. Without all the sand in your swimsuit.
It was an awesome nap....