So yeah. I set out to do double-digits today, as my last long-long run before the half. I wanted at least 12, 14 if things were going well. But my calf has been bothering me for a couple of weeks, on and off, and it was about a million percent humidity this morning (actually, the roads were still wet as I drove to the start of the trail–kind of a harbinger of doom, there) so the odds were stacked against me from the beginning.
Let’s look at today’s run in reverse, shall we?
Spoiler alert: this is how I feel about today.
Unfortunately, while I can delete it from my Garmin, I can’t walk away from the actual run that easily. Probably because my legs hurt. Which I tried to address with this:
I can only keep my leg in there for like 30 seconds. It made me feel awful for those people on the Titanic, since that day was clearly much worse than mine.
After about mile three, my water bottle was no longer cutting it. I’d chosen this trail because it has water fountains strategically placed every two miles or so, but even then, I was not staying well-hydrated. I’m sure that’s why I felt sluggish for most of this run–the humidity sucked all the energy right out of me.
A couple of times I passed groups having football or lacrosse practice, plus about four birthday parties, and I could see coolers and brightly-colored liquids in water bottles. If I hadn’t been a bit on the dehydrated side, I would have drooled over the sight of their sports drinks, and a couple of times I was tempted to beg them to share. I hate drinking warm water fountain water, and the thought of something ice-cold, possibly neon blue, was ridiculously appealing to me at mile six.
So when I got back to my car, I ducked into the YMCA and came out with this:
I don’t usually like sports drinks, but this was liquid awesome after 11 humid miles.
About halfway through my run, I stopped at a park pavilion thing, filled up my water bottle with more lukewarm water, and stretched my calf muscle. I checked my phone and came up with this gem:
Several of these applied to me. But not quitting, because my car was 5.5 miles away.
I didn’t have one of those runs where disaster lurks around every corner. No one crashed into me on a bike. I didn’t step in dog poop, or that big pile that appeared to have come from a large bovine. My shoelaces stayed tied. My phone battery, bluetooth headphone battery, and podcast supply remained healthy. I saw a deer, placidly nibbling grass under the highway overpass. I didn’t crawl, fall, or puke, and there was no blood or tears. But for probably seven of my eleven miles, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, then perhaps hit again. I was sluggish and my muscles hurt. I walked a lot.
You mean it’s just a stereotype that people ride horses everywhere in Texas??
But if I’d been allowed to ride a horse, the whole thing would have been different, dammit.