This training run was back on January 5 . . . so basically, forever ago.
I did this training run with a group of five other women. We drove into the city and ran along the river. It was a great location to run and nice to run somewhere different. Different scenery is always a good thing.
In preparation for this run, I joined Audible.com. I hardly ever, like ever, listen to anything while I run, but I thought it might be a good idea to start. Especially as my runs are getting progressively longer. I thought it might help take my mind off the pain.
I downloaded a book and got it started just as we were starting out.
I had a nice chat with myself on the drive out.
“You will not run another person’s pace. You will run your own pace. You will not be discouraged.”
That’s what I did. I was consistently at the rear of the group. Always a good 1/4 mile, or a little less, behind everyone else.
I ditched the audio book after chapter two. I just couldn’t do it. I felt like I wasn’t really listening to the book. My mind would wander and then I would be startled and think, “Have you been listening? What’s happening in the book?”
The wires from the earbuds were getting on my left nerve, too.
The route we took was an out and back. We ran 7 1/2 miles out and then turned around and headed back to the cars. I was the only one shooting for 18 miles this particular day. Everyone else was shooting for 15.
I took a GU at miles 4.5 and 9, then switched to Clif Shot Bloks. I started chewing on one per mile around mile 11 or 12. I took a salt stick about every 45 minutes. I ran out of water around mile 13 and I was seriously dragging butt. I just focused on getting back to the van. Putting one foot in the front of the other. Forward motion.
As soon as I made it back to the van, I took a water bottle out of my cooler and poured it into my camelbak. I took another salt stick and forced down a GU. I didn’t want to. Just the thought of it turned my stomach, but I had no energy and I still had 3 miles left to cover.
At this point, I put my earbuds back in and just listened to music. I let my mind focus on the music and my feet hit the pavement with the beat. I thought the last three miles would be pure torture. I was all alone. Everyone else was done with their training run. My body hurt. I was beyond tired . . . . BUT those last three miles were some of the best miles of the entire morning.
When I got back to the van (for the second time), I downed an entire bottle of water and started eating right away. I’ve learned the hard way that if I don’t refuel after a long run I crash. And it’s ugly. The night before I made a sandwich with mashed avocado and turkey, sliced up some block cheese and grabbed a banana.
As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bathtub. Before I had left early that morning, I had filled it with warm water. It was c-c-c-c-c-cold water at this point. I took my shoes off and sat down in the water with my clothes on. My daughter and my man dumped ice over my legs. I set the timer for 15 minutes. It was awful the first 2 to 3 minutes, but then it eased up.
I followed that up with a long hot shower, donned my sexy compression socks and iced both knees for awhile. I had zero soreness the next day. Score!