Last night I realized that the best time for me to have my long run this weekend was going to be Friday morning. The plan was to run 15 miles, at a 9:44 pace. Well--my average running pace was 9:42, and I covered 15 miles.
Ok, the truth? I ran 12 miles at 9:42 pace. And then I walked for 3 miles. I. was. exhausted.
When I started this morning at 8, it was 73 degrees and 100% humidity. When I finished around 11, it was 88 degrees and 95% humidity. It was torturous. I would give my left arm for a treadmill right now. Wait--then where would I put my Garmin? Oh, right. No need for one if you're on a treadmill!
I fueled the run with a Chocolate #9 gel (delicious!), a Powerade, and then Gatorade near the end because I just couldn't bear it. I got the bottle from a vending machine, and then spent 3 minutes trying to open the darn thing. Sweaty hands, a wet bottle, and weak muscles = me wanting to cry because I wanted my Gatorade! A cop drove by and I asked him really nicely to open it for me. After he laughed for a good 30 seconds, he opened it for me. Thanks officer!
Luckily I had a bath full of this:
And now I'm munching on these:
While reading this:
Yep, I think today should be a great day after all.
I'm heading to New Orleans on Sunday for a quick 3 day, 2 night trip with hubs and a friend. Anyone been to NOLA before? Any advice on what to see, where to go, what to eat? I'm so excited!
Have you ever had someone help you out on a run?
I usually run alone, but thankfully this cop helped me out big time! I'd love to hear how you've been helped, or if you've helped a fellow runner in a run or even a race!