What happens when you miss your weekend long run?
I was due for 15-miler on Sunday… but couldn’t pull it out after Saturday morning’s 10k, followed by a grueling day at the beach, happy hour, then dinner with drinks and friends… I laughed so hard and so much, my abs literally ached Sunday morning. Clearly, that is NO condition to be running 15 miles, right?! Needless to say, I made the decision NOT to run and promising myself I’d do it before work on Monday morning.
15 miles on a Monday morning! Have I lost my mind?
Part #1 of 15-miler: 8.5 miles, 1:18:23. My alarm was set to go off at 5:05am, but Sully woke us with his barking at 4:59 (our neighbor’s cat often roams free and taunts our poor boy through the glass of our front window; he reciprocates by belting out his deafening hound dog howl). Grudgingly, I put my feet to the floor and got dressed. I had planned to wear my black sports bra tank, but, go figure, it’s pitch dark at 5am. Now I know. I swapped it for a white race tee, laced up my new Asics Gel-3020s, fired up the Garmin, drank some water, chewed a couple Shot Bloks and took off to do the “SeaWorld Loop.” As I headed for the park the dark gray sky quickly faded into daylight. It was blissfully cool, quiet, serene. The paths were virtually empty. I passed a couple elderly walkers who chirped: “G’morning!” Not a single boat or kayak was on the water and the lack of wind left the bay at peace, smooth as glass. I ran, thinking about nothing in between marveling at the fact that I was thinking of nothing, only to zone out again. It’s like my brain goes blank. I go into a meditative state of simply being. I made it home by 6:45am and found Jared and Sully dressed/leashed and ready to go. I drank a bottle of water, gulped down a packet of Gu and we were off for part 2, the “3 Bridges Loop.”
Part #2 of 15-miler: 6.5 miles, 1:03:09. We ran over the 3 bridges in the first 3 miles, stopping at the park for water, where we learned Sully can stretch enough to drink out of water fountains (cuuute!), then headed for the beach. The waves were huge, the air was cool, I was tired, but Jared was just hitting his groove and I pushed myself to stick with him, hitting 13.1 miles in 2:03:29, which is a couple minutes faster than my half marathon PR! As we turned down PB Drive to head home, I felt my gas tank hit “E.” My tummy growled, but I held onto the heels of Jared and Sully, who was also falling back a tad, but wouldn’t dare stop as long as Jared kept going. Dogs are amazing like that. When we reached our street, Jared and Sully sprinted to the house. I put the gas to the floor, but puttered along further and further behind them. I hit stop on the Garmin for a total of 15 miles in 2:21:35–on an epic Monday morning long run, in my new shoes, after an unbelievably awesome weekend. And headed off to work (yawn)!
Now, it’s Tuesday and I’m savoring a rest day… seeing as I felt like roadkill when I woke up this morning! I’m so happy to know that it’s possible for me to pull off long runs before work, because I already have a couple more weekends that are tied up. Weekday long runs will be inevitable; HOWEVER, my first 5am long run, followed by 9 hours of Monday-ness at the office = very, very, verrrrry tired meg. I slept like a rock last night and happily slept in this morning, leaving my gym bag on the floor of my closet. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday’s runs will (most likely) be easy ones seeing as I have a half marathon to run on Sunday! The nerves continue to build for that one, but Saturday’s 10k was such a HUGE boost for my confidence that I’m pushing my goal even further than my “super ambitious, pie-in-the-sky, dream goal of finishing in under 1:55:00.” Hm, I think this answers my question from earlier: Yes, yes indeed, I have lost my mind… nonetheless, I’m aiming to run 8:30/mile and break 1:52:00. That’d be a 13 minute PR… Go big or go home, right?
Occasionally, my husband tells me: “You’re crazy, but in a good way.” Perhaps that should be my mantra for this race.