I ran 13 miles on Saturday. With all the leg issues I’ve been having, it’d been a while since I’ve run that long of a distance.
I had planned to get to bed early so I could get an early start the next morning, but the Giants game ran late and I didn’t get to bed until closer to midnight (which is *really* late for me). I didn’t wake up until after 6:30 am on Saturday. After a quick breakfast, I headed out a little before 7:30 am.
I felt so unprepared. No new playlist, no mapped out route - nothing. I was going to be boring and just run my 5-mile route two and a half times, but as I neared the corner where I needed to turn, I found myself going off-course. I ended up running two and a half miles to the Bay where I proceeded to try to run on the sand. After about a mile I felt like it was taking too much effort so I steered back on to the path and continued running around town.
My leg had been feeling really good all week, and fortunately, it stayed that way for the duration of the run. Unfortunately, however, the temperature was a lot warmer than what I am used to and by the time Mile 10 rolled around, I found myself completely out of water. I was dying of thirst. The last 3 miles was a death march that I thought was never going to end. When it finally did, I think I drank a whole bottle of water in one gulp, then laid on the bathroom floor for about 20 minutes because it was the coolest room in the house.
I’m not going to lie; this run was a lot harder than I expected it would be. But I guess scaling back for a few weeks will do that to you. I rested, iced and stretched for the rest of the day. Today I woke up feeling much better than I expected. The troubled areas feel fine; now new areas hurt. Thank goodness I have a massaged scheduled for tomorrow; can’t think of a better way to start a new week!