I woke up and ate some pizza for breakfast--no underfueling issues for me this time!! Watched some tv, did some online shopping, and finally set out for my run around 1:30pm. I looooove having weekdays off. Daylight! Sun! All the great makings for a long run, I tell ya. I had planned on trying for a sub-2 hour pace, as that was my goal for Dallas White Rock HM after "the injury" occurred, at which would be a 9:10 pace. For me, running is about 95% mental, so I wanted to determine if this was a feasible goal, or if I needed to revise to avoid my legs falling off around the 10k point.
I started the run and immediately realized how much easier it felt than last week's horrible, horrible long run. It definitely helps having less layers on, and less restriction on my legs. Thick running pants + leggings = impossible for Jerbear to stride out, uff. Capris = wheeeeeeeeee! Look at me go! The first few miles flew by, but I could already tell that my 12 oz. of water weren't going to last me very long. I was already a bit of a sweaty beast. Oh no.
I kept going along at the same pace without too much effort on my part. I was honestly pretty surprised each time my watch beeped and showed another split under 9 minutes. I took a GU at 3.6 and drank waaaaaay more water then should've been allotted at not quite the 1/3 point.
I had hoped a bathroom was open at 9.75 miles so I could refill my water bottle since I only had a teensy tinsy swig left. FAIL. Nothing. I can honestly say that I was searching all the bikers the last few miles to see if they had excess water I could bum off of them. Hah. I did take my final GU at 9.75. I usually kick up the pace with 3 miles to go, but apparently my legs were just ready to be home.
I accidentally turned on my laptop, so my time was erased from my Garmin screen. Waaah! I decided to still snap a picture of the history. Check out those goosebumps. WHOA!
Friday night was an impromptu celebration of my race. What? It was someone else's birthday celebration? Well, huh... in my mind it was a celebration of me, whatev. :) Here are some pics of our shenanigans...
The boys were having a beard growing contest for $$$. Now they're just continuing on principle. WTF?
Bryce & I.