I look really weird with the zombie eyes and the swollen face. That's what you get with an 18 mile run and a gallon of recovery beer. Ok, it was only one beer, so I'm not sure why my face is so swollen, hell maybe it's always like that.
"Only crazy running people get out of bed at 5:00 in the morning to eat breakfast and prepare to go on an 18 mile run." I thought as I lay in bed in the darkness. I snuggled deeper into the bed and enjoyed the cool air and thought about going back to sleep. However, the temperature was supposed to be hovering around 90 degrees on Sunday and I had an 18 miler on my schedule, so I rolled out of bed and prepared to get my crazy on.
That's what us runner crazies do right? We have no choice. I could wait until the heat of the day, but I would gripe and groan about the heat, I could wait until the evening, but then there is that Sunday evening beer that I would have to contend with (hmmm....that wouldn't be a pretty 18 miler), so I got up early and left by 6:30. And yes, that would be AM for you non runners out there. That's probably late for some runners; I'm a bit of a lazy sloth.
The plan was to do a three mile warm up and then alternate between goal pace, faster then goal pace, and slower then goal pace over 15 miles. The last mile was cool down.
It went pretty well and I must say that the run felt pretty good. Nothing spectacular happened. I didn't run out of water, I didn't accidentally spit on myself (snot was at a minimum), I didn't have any stomach issues (that seems to be only during races....lucky me), and I didn't get a salt mustache (got up early to beat the heat). After the run, my legs were a little on the tired side and I felt a little nauseous from the heat. I looked at my husband and said: "Who does this? This is crazy, why am I doing this?" He just shrugged and left me to ponder why I am training for a marathon. I'll have to think about that one.
Average overall pace was 8:52. Average HR was 169.
Nelly's "Just a Dream" got me through this run. I think I played it a minimum of 50 times. I just kept telling myself that the pain was just a dream. What tune is getting you all through your runs lately?