Sounds impressive until you realize add 6 more miles and subtract 16 hours for a marathon….But lets put that aside for now and focus on the current success
It started yesterday afternoon when I met my friend Sarah for a easy 5 miles around downtown. Less than an hour after we finished I joined my Pub Runners for our weekly five miles with Fleet Feet. Yes, that is exactly what it sounds like. A group of 50 20-something year-olds running for a reward of beer. So I learned sometime ago that 5+5 =10. So was that equivalent to a 10 mile run? Your opinion please….
Then after sleeping a beautiful 9 hours (a rarity) I set out for another 10 miles around the hood. I can get away with saying “hood” here because to get 10 miles in around my apartment you have to venture there a little. It was my first longish run solo in sometime and that was exactly what I needed. Sorry people. Miles 1-6 were splendid. I was maintaining 8:45ish minute miles and felt great. During my 3rd loop around the beach I started getting a funny feeling my stomach and toughed it out until mile 6 when I stopped to refill my water and eat my Vanilla Honey Stinger gu. After that two minute stop, starting up again was no easy feat. It was hot and could feel the gu sitting like a brick somewhere between my esophagus and stomach. Somewhere around mile 7, I realized that funny feeling in my stomach was hunger. Note to self: don’t do long runs during lunch time. That was a sign of relief. I considered eating my cliff bar I had on hand, but decided to hold out. Once you decide you are hungry and have no reserves, its hard to speed back up again, plus my gu was still doing some kind of hip-hop dance. I powered through the last 3 miles, regaining my confidence in random short-lived bursts. Then at last I had made it home. 10 solo, music-less miles with just me and the road.