Taking advantage of daylight savings time (I think you all ‘fall back’ next weekend?), I waited till Sunday for my run, setting out at the lovely hour of 6 am. Everything was fine except that I was forced to take a bathroom stop between miles 7 and 8. I prefer to hold off on a loo break for as long as possible since once I stop, my legs seem to feel much heavier and uncooperative afterwards. All that sitting down, no matter how brief, signals to my legs that work time is over when it is in fact not. It just makes the rest of the run that much more arduous.
The tiredness was compounded by an ache in my left shoulder that appeared at mile 11, another loo stop between miles 14 and 15 and some douchebag in an SUV stopping me to ask for directions just after I’d passed the Circus Maximus. Seriously, people, I’m running here. Leave me alone.
The piece de resistance occurred at mile 17 when I was running on a leaf-strewn sidewalk. I unknowingly placed my foot in a divot and nearly ate asphalt. Good news, I didn’t fall down. Bad news, I twisted my ankle something fierce. It felt tender but not like anything was broken or torn, so I kept running figuring it was better for me to get home quickly rather than to take it easy and walk the rest of the way. I iced it down after the run and there's only a bit of stiffness now, so I think it's going to be fine.
I picked up the pace for the last two miles, but this was rendered a bit futile as the last two miles were full of hills. Seriously, I need to plan my runs better, but it doesn’t help that I have to cross over a big fat hill to get home anyway.
According to my training schedule I was supposed to run at an 11:57 pace. Instead, I ran at a 12:11 pace. Considering this was my first ever 20-miler, I don’t really care what my pace was as long as I completed the entire run, which I did. I’ll worry about pacing during my other two potential 20s.
Wagon, I’s falled off it
I had a post-20 miler chocolate meltdown. Damn you, Nutella, damn you and your hazelnut goodness! There goes one of my goals for the 21 day habit challenge. So far so good with the language study though.
And the winner is...
The answers to all of last week’s quiz questions were D. But, seeing as how a question or two were a bit ambiguous, I included everyone in the random number draw. The lucky number was 12.
The 12th commenter was Ted. You were wrong on so many of the questions, Ted, but luck is on your side. Yay for you! Email me your snail mail address and I’ll get the Popener and postcard out to you soon.
If you’re disgruntled by the outcome, don’t fret. There will be several more opportunities for you to
Okay, guys, hope you all have a good week. Catch up with you later.