Last night I had a dream that I ran a 5k in under seventeen minutes. I placed first, and it was magical-but no one cared. Not even my mom. Thanks Mom! While, I know this will likely never happen at least I can dream, literally. What does it mean when you are actually eating, sleeping and dreaming running?
including a little play time with a boxer named Barron.
Once that five was complete, I felt refreshed and ready to conquer my work load. Eight hours later, I came home and without hesitation strapped up the nikes. Goliath was well rested, so even though fourteen miles might be pushing it-I took him with.
We took it easy, I know the point of long runs is to build endurance not speed. So 'twas a nice jaunt through the woods and over the hills and back. I usually run in the mornings, so one thing I came to know is that after 5pm my trail is cyclist central. Yes, MY trail. I'm all for sharing the pavement, but it's a little irksome when someone clearly doesn't know trail protocol or gets huffy with me. I'm always apologetic if I impede someone's workout, but that's only ever happened once. So when people act like our running duo is a hindrance, I can't help but laugh. Really? Our six legs bother you? In case you forgot you have a pulley system attached to WHEELS to cover your mileage. Give us a break. Don't get me wrong, nothing against people who cycle-good for you, it's an excellent work out-but please don't act like bike/hike trails are just BIKE trails.
The weather was phenomenal! ARGH! I can't wait until fall and not just because I'm running a marathon! We clocked our fourteen miles total for the day,but I feel cheapened since it was in one solid session. Split sessions by definition are misery. I came home feeling like absolute garbage. My legs were cramping, I was extremely tired and nauseated. Interested parties believe my electrolytes were way off, so I'm going to be drinking for gatorade. It took me about 24 hours to fully recovery from that abuse, but I'm glad I got it under my belt.
Total Mileage: 14.01