I woke up Saturday morning to predictions of heavy rain and thunderstorms all day. It was supposed to be a 60-80% chance for rain all morning, but a 100% chance of rain all afternoon. I knew if I was going to get my long run in I needed to get out the door fast. I tied my rain coat around my waist figuring I would need it, but hoping that the rain somehow held off until I was finished, and drove the 30 minutes out to the islands, my favorite long run route. It was crazy foggy and windy out, but very warm, already 65 that morning and on its way up to 70 quickly. I could have waited a day and run on Sunday which was supposed to be sunny and cooler, but I really wanted to get my last long run in. I didn’t want any reason to make excuses or miss it so I made it my top weekend priority and wanted it done right away.
The first few miles were rough – I was super sore and tight and my ankles were really bothering me. However, the same happened last week and it improved. I stopped, stretched quickly, and kept pushing through and by mile 4 I started to feel much better. A friend joined me for the first 10 miles and it was nice to have someone to talk to as I did 18 last week and 16 the week before all on my own. Those 10 miles flew by and it was nice to be half way done. When I dropped my buddy off at her car at the 10 mile mark I turned to run a straight 6 mile chunk across the island (my route was a rectangle back to my car). Oh, my goodness it was tough. The wind was blowing right in my face, and with all the storms that were supposed to be coming in it was the windiest 10K I have run in a LONG time. I didn’t want to burn out, so instead of worrying about pace I allowed myself to focus on exertion, I kept pushing as hard as I had been, though I know that my speed was much slower pushing against that wind.
When I final was able to make the turn around mile 16 I was so relieved to be away from that wind, but my legs were spent. My 18 last week was great. I felt so strong I was actually able to pick up speed at the end and my last two miles were my fastest all day. That was not to be the case with the run. I was done and it was only mile 16. The last four miles ticked by so slowly. I just could not keep my pace up no matter how hard I tried. My feet and ankles were hurting way more than they had the week before. At mile 18 I really thought about calling it and just walking the last two. However, I forced myself to continue on even though it was very slow and painful. I was so happy when that beep finally went off and I was able to stop and walk. My first 10 miles were probably an 11:00 minute per mile average and the last 10 about a 12:30. Not a smooth run, but I am so happy I finished. I so badly wanted to give up and walk, but I didn’t and that helps me to see that if I can finish 20 on my own I can do 26.2 as part of the marathon. (Just hope it feels a bit more like last week, and a bit less like this one.)
I had parked my car about a mile from the end of the route to force myself to cool down and walk back, dumbest idea ever! I hobbled slowly back to the car. It was rough.
Some guy who was running by stopped to make sure I was okay.
I looked THAT BAD!
I said, “just finished 20.”
He nodded knowingly and ran on.
I knew that if I was in that much pain I needed an ice bath. I hate the cold. I hate ice baths. They are freezing and miserable and I wish my sports med chiro didn’t tell me to take them. However, they also really help and I knew that if I sucked it up and did it my body would feel much better the next day.
Wow! That ice bath felt colder than most. My legs turned bright red. However, it was all worth it. 20 miles done and my freezing legs and I curled up on the couch, covered in blankets and watched playoff football all day.Ice baths – Yes or no?
Did you watch football this weekend? If so who did you cheer for?
(I cheered my bottom off for the Colts, but since that didn’t work out I am now cheering for Peyton Manning to win it all.)