I’ve always liked my Sunday morning distance runs. There’s something extra special about getting up first thing in the morning to run through peace and quiet before half the population wakes up. Then there’s the whole “I just ran xx miles before everyone got up and had their morning coffee” bragging right that comes along with it. The past two Sundays have been even better because more people have been tagging along and now I think it can officially be called a running “group”. We all run different paces, different distances, and last week I was the only person who knew everybody there… but it was still great to get a bunch of people (7 today!) who enjoy running together in one place.
We all took a lap around the outside of the cemetery for 2.5 miles around a 10:00 minute/mile pace. By the 2nd time around, we ditched some layers at the car and I finally got my GPS working. We went around one more time and everyone else had finished their runs for the day, while John and I took off for the next 8 miles towards the waterfront for a full 13 today.
I actually brought along my water belt this time since ya know, it’s a little bit important to run with fuel and water when you’re burning 1000 or so calories on a run. I still can’t decide if it’s something I could actually race; it’s such a pain in the ass but it would prevent me stopping for water breaks throughout the course.
Overall, the run went pretty well. It was gorgeous outside and that’s always a bonus in Buffalo (I do love Buffalo almost all the time regardless!) My legs were a little tired after the first 5 miles but they started to feel good at about mile 7-8 and after that I pretty much kicked it into a higher gear. I have to admit though… halfway through that run, I only thought about how difficult it was to keep going. As I approached the 10th mile, I thought about how that could easily be the halfway (or not even!) point of a long training run if I were aiming for a marathon. I don’t think I’m mentally tough enough yet. I plan to still register for the NYC Marathon lottery and see what happens, but realistically I think it may be easier mentally to tackle a marathon as its own entity, not as a stepping ladder immediately after a half marathon.
By the time I got back to the car, I had run 13.01 miles in just a little over 2 hours. The best part was recognizing that the entire run was a conversational pace and I wasn’t dead. I recall not being able to even walk to the car after my last half marathon because I was so tired, plus trying to move my legs afterwards was not at all fun.
It’s been 4 hours since I finished my run and other than being a little sore (reminder: stretch more after this is posted), I’m completely okay. I came back to my apartment to shower and the wonderful boy cooked me a healthy breakfast/post-run meal. Sunday can’t get any better than that, right?
Now, to consider buying a foam roller!