Friday I had an easy 8 on the schedule, but decided to drop it down to 5 since I knew my legs had been workkked thoroughly during the week. It was a nice and easy run until some chick decided to "race" me on the bike trail. It was so weird/random. She flew past me on the bike trail, huffing and puffing and then stayed half a step in front of me. When I'd try to pass her (because I was sick of trying to avoid running on her heels) she'd speed up too. After about the third time of this, I finally passed her for good. So maybe I accidentally got a couple of miles in at MP. No biggie. The good news is, when I got a block away from my house I realized that I had blocked out 4 of the 5 miles I had just run. The only parts I remember are "the race."
Saturday I had the dreaded 18 miler on tap. I hate 18 miles. And it hates me (if a random long run number could attribute feelings towards a human, that is). My stomach was super duper upset all morning, so I didn't head out til early afternoon. Which was fine because it was gorrrrrrgeous out.
Within the first few miles of the run, I was in a residential area, and there were a couple of 8 year old (approx.) boys on their bikes trailing me. One of them shouts out, "Hi! You look like you've been running all morning!" I feel like I should be offended as I'm only on mile 3, but I give the kid the benefit of the doubt. Plus he's wearing a Packers hoodie, so clearly he's gotta be a cool kid. I tell him that I still have 15 miles left to do. To which he replies, "Wow! 15 miles! That's alot! Are you hungry? Want me to get you some food?" At this point I'm ready to ask for his business card and to speak to his parents to get their permission for me to "rent" this kid Saturday mornings to be my personal biking/food sherpa for my long runs. Sigh. Maybe our paths will cross again, and he'll be prepared with my favorite foods. I'll for sure look him up if I ever get interested in ultras. ;)
The rest of the run was pretty great except for the final few miles. I ran out of water, and was pretty wiped out. Plus I had to reroute my...well...route... for the 3rd time. No bueno. Running by your apartment 17 times while on a run is suckkkkkkkkkkkkky.
I did 18 miles in 2:54 ish (I'm too lazy to look) for a pace of 9:47.
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