Well, Saturday was my first 15 miler. Provided I could complete it, I had a new personal distance record. Woot!
The last time I ran 13.1, I pulled up lame with a scorching case of ITBS, causing me to hobble to the end. So, I was a bit nervous about the 15.
My wife said to me before I left "you don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Me: "Oh, but I want to"
Her: "It sure seems like an awful lot of work."
My goal was to take it nice and easy, and do 10:30 miles. No sense rushing things. The weather was about 34 degrees, with a light breeze, so I bundled up, and off I went.
I split this into 2 loops.. first was a 7 miler, generally uphill for the first half, generally down for the second half. I started bookin' along pretty good on the downhill section, and my mind was wandering what it would feel like during a marathon. Hrms hrms.
So, I finished that loop, as expected. I stopped at the homestead and had about a third of a quart of that Gatorade G2.. that low-cal stuff.
Note, for breakfast, I had a couple of eggs and a couple of pieces of toast. (A couple of hours earlier).
So, with 7 in the books, I was off to finish the back half, which was a flat route into and through town.
Things were going along generally OK until about mile 11. Maybe 11.5. At that point, I ran by a Dunkin Donuts, and I was thinking, "Damn, I'm really hungry". I mean, at that point, I could have sat my carcass down and ate an 'express dozen', along with a couple orders of hash browns. I was really freakin' hungry. It was close to the 2 hour mark (I'm not speedy like Lacey was on her 15).
I hit the 12 mile mark, and turned around, running past the DD again. The last 4 miles were pretty unremarkable, as I was thinking about eating most of the way back, along with just hoping I could make it home without tweaking something major.
About a mile from home, I heard a siren behind me, and I figured that someone had called the ambulance on me, thinking that I was due to collapse at any moment. Turns out it was just a police car, so I didn't get a free ride or any fluids there. Oh well.
My last couple of miles were about 45 seconds off pace.
I made it home, ate a bag and a half of rice and hosed off.
Also noteworthy was my first experience with nipple chafing. I didn't receive a case of bloody nipples, but they certainly were raw. Not in a good "raw nipples from Saturday activity" way, either. j/k!
So, later that night, my wife remarked that she noticed I was having difficulty going up and down stairs. Yeah, I really was having difficulty. Sunday too. I took some advil and rested. Good lord, everything hurt.
Final run time was 2:35:39, a 10:22 pace. About where I wanted to be, at least. Plus, a personal distance record!
Today, things are better. I see that 6 is on the schedule for today.. I think that may be a stretch, though.
So, I learned I need band-aids or a compression shirt or something like that.
I also need to figure out the whole hunger thing. Is that normal? Should I have had something more for breakfast? And is that why I tanked the last couple of miles? Should I have used Gu or something? I thought I had until like 18 miles to use stuff like that?
Oh well.. gives me something to research this week, I suppose.
Keep on rockin'!