On Sunday, the day after I ran the devil’s race, I got in my 12-mile long run. I chose a predominantly new route so as not to bore myself silly. I headed north along the canal then turned west onto a footpath alongside a roadway. I passed through three villages and around three roundabouts before heading back after reaching the turnaround point which ended up being a small airfield. I got to see two planes land. It was cool though slightly disturbing in a North by Northwest kind of way since they passed right above my head before hitting the landing strip.
I also chose this run to try out my new hydration belt. A smart person would have broken it in during a shorter distance run. However, since I no longer have the brain capacity to think of these logical things, that didn’t happen. I foolishly attempted to wear it just above my hips and therefore had to keep readjusting it. Finally sanity hit around mile 5 and I moved the belt up to my natural waist. I looked like a frequent rider of the short bus, but it was just so much more comfortable that way. No readjustments and no chafe marks. Sweet.
As far as hydration belts go, the Nathan triangle waist pak was just peachy. Since I’m a clumsy oaf, I preferred the one big bottle versus the multiple tiny ones you get on other belts. Also there was a pouch with space for tissues, my house key, gum and my handwritten directions and personal information in case I got discombobulated along the way. I really need to get a Road ID of some sort, but since my address will be changing at least three times in the next nine months, this is an easier way to go right now. I wish I had gotten the Trek pak instead since the pouch is bigger and I could then carry my phone with me. Ah well, live and learn.
The weather was surprisingly good—blue skies and sunshine though the temps were still at the freezing mark. Add in the wind and it was a bit nippy. So much so that I had a bit of a headlight situation to contend with if you know what I mean. Thankfully there was no actual chafage but running was rather uncomfortable there for a little while. Ladies, have you dealt with this before? Any advice?
Towards the end of the run, things were a bit of a slogfest. But with the bright skies and friendly folks on the path, I kept a positive attitude and made it through, massive positive split aside. Post-run, I put on one of my new pairs of Recovery Socks. They work great. No soreness or swelling in my lower legs at all. However, I would like to suggest that the company look into making thigh-high versions. My quads and inner thighs were a bit sore for the following two days.
I have a 14-miler coming up this weekend and a 16-miler the following week. One of these will essentially be a repeat of the same route, obviously just a bit longer. The other I’ll take the bus up to Blenheim, run around the grounds for a few miles and then run home from there. The added bonus being I can conveniently top up my water bottle and use the loo before heading out on the 8 mile stretch home.
Okay, that’s way more than enough of my yammering. Hope you all are having a bearable work week.