I had planned on running no more than 12 miles...which already would have been 3 miles farther than I'd run since I got hurt back in January...and that would have been the REALLY SMART thing to do, but this morning's training run is one of my favorites. Running along the boardwalk, through Pacific Beach, into La Jolla, then up to Wind and Sea Beach, I felt great!
Also I was running with Irene for about the first 6 miles or so...which was lovely and we talked lots about shoes, and husbands, and injuries, and other peeps, and how we WEREN'T LIKELY TO RUN THE WHOLE 14 MILES, and the time and distance just flew. At about mile 5.5, we saw Elsie, who had cleverly already turned around and was headed back (She ran about 11 miles today...smart girl) and I rhetorically asked Irene, "so...I guess we're going the whole way today?"
Yup, we were. (BTW, I absolutely do not blame Irene. I'm a big girl...and even though I knew 14 miles was a bit too far, I have a tendency to lie to myself about my capabilities...remember the bruised hip that came as a result of running Carlsbad?)
This was the last time I saw Irene...the water station at Mile 7...after that, she was LONG GONE! Oh, and I really need to find a new way to deal with the extra layers ...the shirt tied around the upper waist? Stylish, no?
I did have several conversations and made many deals with my body parts to keep them going this morning...Look at how accommodating I was:
Me: Thank you to all parts for cooperating this morning. I promise you all a mimosa, a good breakfast, and plenty of ice and rest this afternoon!
Body parts: No problem (but secretly, they are planning their various revolts).
Hamstring: I think I'll tighten up now. Maybe she'll stop and stretch me for a bit.
Me: OK, fine. I have no problem stopping. We can stretch some more.
Bladder: So, you think you can drink all that Vitalyte and get away with it? How 'bout we stop for a little.
Me: No problem. There's a restroom at Law Street; we can stop there
Heel: You just thought I was all better...WTF is up with this extra mileage? Are we about done yet?
Me: If you hang in there a little bit longer, I'd appreciate it. I have a huge chunk of ice in my car that I'll rub you down with (stop giggling...I did and I did).
Boobs: We hurt. You call this a sports bra?
Me: My boobs hurt? I barely even have boobs. Why are you hurting?
Heel: Seriously dude...are we done yet?
Me: Mimosa! Mimosa! Mimosa!
All body parts: SERIOUSLY DUDE...ARE WE DONE YET? WHERE IS OUR MIMOSA AND WTF IS THE ICE!!!
Me: Maybe if we are all really lucky, Elsie will be waiting by the car and I won't have to run all the way to the point!
Proof that there is a kind and loving God?
Elsie was waiting by the cars, which were parked about 1/4 mile from the end of Hospitality Point...which is why I ran 13.5 miles today, and not the full 14...and I'm COMPLETELY OK with that.
My time: I don't even want to talk about it...it was sllllloooooooooowwwwwwwwww. For some reason, I turned off the auto-lap on my Garmin, so it's only giving me the total time, and not the mile splits (darn). I would guess that the first 10 miles were not too bad (maybe around an 11:30 pace). The last three...NOT. SO. MUCH.
Breakfast at a place called The Tractor Room
Elise and I were really brave and ordered their signature cocktail...which was made with rose water, gin, and Prosecco (an Italian Sparkling wine) and who-knows-what else. Yes, I drank gin this morning...I haven't drunk gin since college, and there are reasons for that...Luckily consumption of one gin-enfused bevvie didn't cause me to dance on any tables...a good sign. And yes, those are rose petals floating in our bevvies. They were very pretty.
Also...and my runner friend Ari will love this. My pre-long run meal last night included spicy chicken wings, fried zucchini, jalapeno poppers and two beers (Coors Light...Sorry Al. I know you may never read my blog again knowing this). Yeah...I didn't mean to do THAT either.