Yesterday, I ran 11 miles.
That is NOT A TYPO. I ACTUALLY RAN FOR ELEVEN MILES AND I DID NOT STOP RUNNING AT ANY POINT.
My ten mile run a couple weeks ago went well so I wasn’t particularly amped for or intimidated by 11. In fact, I didn’t even have my route planned until just before bed on Saturday evening. (I’m kind of a nutso planner so that’s atypical behavior.) I knew I didn’t want to do the same route I had done for 8 and then added on to for 10. Since the Summer Breeze 10K, I’ve wanted to go back to the San Leandro/Hayward shoreline. Remembering that there was a half marathon event, I looked up the course. Look at me, being all strategic!
It was a tough run for me. I’d eaten a big bowl of GF pasta for dinner (more to come on my new thoughts on gluten) and had my regular breakfast but I felt fatigued right off the bat. Running right into a cold headwind did not help. During the first two miles, I had several “sh*t, what if I don’t finish?!” thoughts which I tried to run through like physical obstacles. By mile three, I had found a bit of a groove but honestly, the whole first half was quite a mental battle. Surprising, considering how slowly I was running.
I anticipated relief at the turnaround and I suppose there was a bit but mostly, I was just tired. I took my second Clif Shot Blok (Black Cherry – yum) which gave me a bit of a boost. Is it weird that when I drink water after a shot blok, it tastes like iced tea to me? Sort of thought I might be having a stroke or something. Must get Road ID…
The back half of the run was easier mentally but harder physically. Around mile 8, I started to feel an occasional pinch in my left hamstring. My knees were singing but there was no significant pain or weakness. I took a Dailey Method class on Saturday and as the aches accumulated, I began to question that decision. I don’t typically do anything the day before a long run but since I’d been on vacation and hadn’t taken class all week, I feared that I would be less flexible and more prone to injury during the run. I intentionally took it easy during both thigh and seat sections of class, so as not to overly fatigue my legs. How well this plan worked, I will share with y’all tomorrow.
Kelly Clarkson rallied me through mile 10 and before I knew it, I was running further than I ever had before. This is where my stupidity began.
See the little green pin? That’s where I started. See the 11 mile marker? That’s nowhere near where I started.
As I was running on that inlet, I knew I was supposed to turn around at some point and run to the car but I guess I missed it? Or something? As I was running towards the edge of the inlet, I could see my car and thought I had just taken an alternate route. Then I saw this:
I briefly considered getting some open water swim practice but I still had another half mile to run. Kept trucking around the peninsula, laughing at my runner brain stupidity, and soon I WAS DONE.
The mile walk back to the car gave me a chance to inventory various aches and pains. OhMyGodCalves. I also got the chance to take some pics and text my VIP’s to let them know that I had survived.
This post has gotten epic. Tomorrow I will share with you the physical aftermath of this run. Sneak preview: there was a lot of icing, some tears during foam rolling, and a bit of fear.