I ran 21 miles on Saturday.
It wasn't rewarding. I'm not glad I did it. I do not feel like a badass. Mostly, I just felt like lying face-down in bed all day.
It was a humbling experience. I'd say I'm the most humble person I know. (That's supposed to be a joke)
But here's what made it fun: I went into the run expecting about 12 miles. Oh wait, nevermind...switch those two digits. For some reason I thought I was doing 2 by 3 mile; not an easy workout by any means, but definitely something I could handle. What I was actually supposed to do (and eventually did) was a 3 mile at tempo, a 2 mile at tempo, an hour run, and then another 3 mile at tempo. Add in warm up, a very brief cool down, and a mile between the first two tempos and you get 21. Blackjack.
I felt like ugh during that last 3 mile tempo. I ran close to a minute slower than the first. It wasn't even tempo pace anymore -- it was dear-god-please-let-me-be-done-i-just-want-to-stop-running-i-can't-even-feel-my-legs-anymore-is-the-finish-close-yet? pace.
And in 6 weeks, I get to go another 5 miles at pace the whole time! I can hardly contain my excitement.
But here's a funny, immature aside: it was kinda nice being able to practice drinking out of a water bottle while running fast. I learned that it's harder than it looks, that I'm not very good at it, and that I need a lot more practice. At one point, I mentioned, "I feel like I'm getting most of this all over my face instead of in my mouth."
Yes.
That is, in fact, what she said.
It wasn't rewarding. I'm not glad I did it. I do not feel like a badass. Mostly, I just felt like lying face-down in bed all day.
It was a humbling experience. I'd say I'm the most humble person I know. (That's supposed to be a joke)
But here's what made it fun: I went into the run expecting about 12 miles. Oh wait, nevermind...switch those two digits. For some reason I thought I was doing 2 by 3 mile; not an easy workout by any means, but definitely something I could handle. What I was actually supposed to do (and eventually did) was a 3 mile at tempo, a 2 mile at tempo, an hour run, and then another 3 mile at tempo. Add in warm up, a very brief cool down, and a mile between the first two tempos and you get 21. Blackjack.
I felt like ugh during that last 3 mile tempo. I ran close to a minute slower than the first. It wasn't even tempo pace anymore -- it was dear-god-please-let-me-be-done-i-just-want-to-stop-running-i-can't-even-feel-my-legs-anymore-is-the-finish-close-yet? pace.
And in 6 weeks, I get to go another 5 miles at pace the whole time! I can hardly contain my excitement.
But here's a funny, immature aside: it was kinda nice being able to practice drinking out of a water bottle while running fast. I learned that it's harder than it looks, that I'm not very good at it, and that I need a lot more practice. At one point, I mentioned, "I feel like I'm getting most of this all over my face instead of in my mouth."
Yes.
That is, in fact, what she said.
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