A couple of weeks ago, my old boss from college sent me a message on facebook asking if I wanted to do a run with her. Um...ya!! We tried to coordinate a long run, and tentatively made a date for my 20 on the 20th (first day of spring, whoo!). She had 10 on the schedule, so she was going to run the last 10 with me. Earlier this week she sent me an email asking what route I was thinking about taking since our bike trail is flooded big time. I told her I was at a loss and she sent me a route. What an angel. When I got the email with a google map image I freaked out. The route seemed soooo stinkin' long. And then I clicked on the image to get a closer look of the streets etc. and realized that half of the map was cut off in the email. It was twice as long as I thought it was. Holy crapoli.
After putting the route into runstoppable I realized it was extremely hilly. Like oh my god I might die hilly. But I figured it was still better than running "offroad" on the areas of the trail that were completely flooded out. We made tentative plans to meet up Saturday morning.
Friday night I received a text from her that her littlest was in the hospital and that she was going to have to bail on our run (1 of 3 acceptably run bail out reasons, btw). I was bummed and nervous. After noticing that the route went right in front of Taylor's apartment (remember him? ha) I had previously jokingly asked him to work my "unofficial water station for Jerbear's 20 miler), to which he agreed. Which led to me jokingly (ok, completely seriously, and maybe even borderline begging) that he run a couple miles of it with me (apparently he's taken up running since we split sweet life :p). He said a big hell no, but that he would be willing to bike with me. Uh, yes please! I also shot out a text to my office husband as the route was also going by his house (I told you this route was literally all over town) to see if he wanted to jump in for a couple of the mid-miles, but his parents were in town so he declined. LAME. Jk.
When I woke up Saturday morning it was cold. Yes, I live in a cold state, I should get over it, I know. I noticed that there were 20 mph wind gusts and based on the hourly report, the wind was supposed to be changing directions every hour, and based on my departure time, I would literally be running 20 miles into the wind. WTF? Instead I decided to hold off til the afternoon when the temp had warmed up slightly (30) and the winds were 10 instead of 15. It's the little things, right? Before I headed out the door, I jotted down the route on my favorite paper: I <3 Jim. Truth.
I took off and couldn't believe how hilly it was. I mean, I looked at the elevation and all, but wasn't quite expecting this. The great thing is that the hills and completely new route provided a huge distraction to running. Crazy. I was slightly worried, however, because we did a lot of hill running in high school for track, and we were always taught to drive drive drive up hills to increase our explosiveness as sprinters. Well that's ingrained in my head, but I knew it wasn't wise to power up hills, knowing I still have 15-18 miles to run. The first 5 miles literally flew by. I couldn't believe how fast my Garmin was throwing out beeps.