Sunday, April 12, 2009

The word of the day is "vindicated."

Yesterday's 16 miler was, in a word, fantastic.

Everything was better about the run. The night before, I ate spaghetti for dinner. I was in bed at a reasonable hour. I had the Breakfast of Campions: banana & Skippy Natural's PB in an Ezekiel wrap paired with a delicious 7-11 coffee. I belted out Soulja Boy's "Kiss Me Through The Phone" on the way to the water. Everything was just as it should have been.

After a brief warm up, we headed out towards Ingraham. A soft drizzle turned into an actual rain for about 15 minutes, but cleared up by mile 2. The route followed the San Diego River (not scenic) into eccentric Ocean Beach. From there we wove through the residential part of OB and ran along the (scenic) Sunset Cliffs. Throughout this time I held back to a 10:30/mi pace.

At mile 6.5, those of us going for a full 16 were sent up a trail into the back of Pt. Loma Nazarine University. My pace slowed considerably and bounced around between 11:00 and 12:00 minute miles. Even returning down the hill was tough. However, once I was back on flatter ground at mile 9, I took off.

Because the course was an out-and-back, it was easy to "race" the times I had just run. 9:40s begat 9:30s, and those melted into 9:13s. In the home stretch, I kicked it up and finished my last mile in 9:05, passing those that had been ahead of me the entire time, and even some people who had opted to do 14mi instead of 16. I'd be lying if I said that feeling wasn't flippin' sweet.

After the run, I tried to take an ice bath in the Bay. Surprisingly, it wasn't that cold.

I refueled with a Caramel Nut Brownie Luna bar (heaven) and part of a bagel, and then I was off to what ended up being a painful shower, due to this new battle scar:


Yep, chafing. Apparently my fuel belt is not a fan of the longer distances. I will be switching to a hand held bottle from here on out.

That's it for Saturday's workout. I did an easy 40min on the elliptical this morning to flush out the lactic acid. This afternoon was spent on the massage table, though my masseuse was far from talented.

In all, a great weekend for marathon training. Only seven weeks to go!

2 comments:

PBHoney said...

Only 7 weeks left? You're almost there!

L.A. Runner said...

I'll tell you this for the one millionth time- you are awesome!!!!! This marathoning thing has truly been a journey for you and I can't WAIT to see your success in a few weeks! Keep plugging away.