WORKOUT – Ran outside 20.55 miles/3:01
Sweet redemption after Saturday’s craptacularness. But let’s start from the beginning.
I try not to whine too much about the weather here partly because we only get about 10 days a year of really hot heat and mostly because I don’t want people in Arizona and Texas to think I’m a total wimp. But yesterday was the HOTTEST day ever recorded in downtown LA – 113 degrees.
Today’s only suppose to be 88, but I got up at 5am to get started by 6:30; sunrise was at 6:45am.
Sunglasses, anti-chafe balm, sunscreen, ipod, water bottle with Powerade Zero/water, and gels.
But before I ran, I needed to have a personal pep talk to avoid Fight Club Round Dos with myself like on Saturday. This was my motivational Tony Robbins-inspired speech:
- Last year after fishing, I had 3 months to train for my first marathon in December in Vegas.
- This year we docked the boat the night of Sept. 9th so I will have one month to be ready for Portland on 10/10. (Of course, having a 6 week break from fishing in July/August definitely helped to get some running in)
So why would I hold myself to unrealistic expectations of running at previous marathon paces or PR pace? It doesn’t even make sense; it’s just plain dumb. I wouldn’t expect that of someone else who’s just getting back into shape; I’d encourage them to simply keep it up and keep going. And with that, I decided to stop being a dumbbell and heed my own advice.
So I ran at a pace I could sustain, and I didn’t look at my garmin to check what that pace was. I just ran. Profound, huh?
I wore my new Bondiband today. I’m not sure if you’re suppose to wear it farther back on your head? I’ve never worn a headband like this before, but I liked it. It didn’t move around at all and it keep all the sweat from dripping down my face. But it did kinda feel like I had a hat on, like my head was really hot.
It really wasn’t this dark when I started running, I promise, Mom. It’s just the flash.
I started out doing the 10 mile Back Bay Loop. It’s all pretty much flat, paved bike trail. At 10.5 I stopped at the car and refilled my water bottle and then kept going on Mountain to Sea Trail out and back for the final 10.
Nature in the morning.
Not nature. The PCH, Pacific Coast Highway.
Are we in Louisiana? I’ve been to New Orleans once years ago, but this is what I picture Louisiana to be. Am I way off?
Around mile 16 I started getting really tired and my knees started back talking me so I did donkey kicks or high knees every so often to stretch them out.
I kinda feel bald in the Bondiband…
I stopped a few times to refill my water bottle, eat gel’s (I ate one as breakfast before the run, one at mile 7.5 and one at 12.5), and stretch my knees. But I didn’t stop because I was gasping for breath or mad at myself. Success in baby steps.
Speaking of the water bottle, I tried out my handheld bottle today. I thought it was really uncomfortable; I couldn’t get the strap tight enough and it jostled back and forth for 17 miles. It was even rubbing against the back of my hand.
Finally at mile 17 I decided to give up fighting with it and just hold it like a regular water bottle. That was the exact point that I realized I had been holding it backwards for 17 miles!
This doesn’t even look right! What was I thinking!?!
Much better. I guess I missed the Common Sense 101 class in college. and grad school.