I set a new personal distance record this weekend: 18 miles.
We had company in town this weekend for a dual housewarming-fantasy baseball draft party, and we wanted to get the run out of the way before the festivities kicked off and it got easy to push our training plan aside.
We set out around 9 a.m. We ran 10 miles on part of our usual route—with Dexter—then ran another 8 miles on the trail.
I felt really good through the first 8 miles, then I felt sluggish and sore. I really should have taken in some fuel, but we planned to do that at home, when we dropped off the dog. I felt alright through the next 3 or 4 miles, then I felt tired, cold and altogether miserable.
(The weather was supposed to be a lot nicer than it turned out. It was about 35 degrees with a bit of a breeze. I wore compression shorts, running capris and a long-sleeve technical shirt. I grabbed my gloves at the last minute. The clouds kept it from getting warmer through our whole run—the sun finally came out around 4-ish, when we fired up the grill—and my arms and hands were so cold, it hurt to move.)
I wanted to burst into tears several times on the trail—and I did—but Christopher talked me down. We ran into someone who’s read our blog and watched our videos; he talked to us for a full half mile about his recent injury and his training for an ultra marathon, and I welcomed the distraction. I love listening to music when I run, but I would rather, I think, have a conversation with someone; I can’t always keep up my end (talking makes my asthma kick in), but I can respond with short answers.
We made it home. We stretched, showered and changed, and we iced our knees for a bit.
We welcomed six friends from out of town (mostly Milwaukee) and a few of Christopher’s coworkers for beers, burgers, brats and homemade baseball-themed cookies (that, mind you, took Christopher and I about three hours to decorate; we’re pretty pumped with how well they turned out).
We talked a lot with our marathon running buddies, Andy and Sara, about our training and our loose plans for race day. It felt awesome to chat with people who know what we’re going through. It felt awesome, too, to know I’d accomplished a major feat.
I made breakfast for everyone this morning—egg, hash brown, bacon and cheese casserole and cinnamon rolls—and cleaned up the house a bit. The boys are drafting now (they’re almost done), and we’re about to partake in pizza and watch “Major League” soon. I’m really enjoying the relaxation. I think the most action my legs will see today or tomorrow is a walk with Dexter.
We’ve got 20 miles on the docket in a couple weeks. I hope the weather is just a little warmer, so I can conquer that distance like a champ.