It wouldn’t be Sunday without The Long Run.
Last Sunday, we hosted a group run with Hoka over at the Pineridge trail and did a 5 mile loop. I went to work feeling pretty good after the run and thought fuck yeah I’m going for another run later, so I did. A 9 mile day in 2 parts. Maybe the best I’ve ever felt putting in the miles for a long run.
Repeat for a second week. Long runs are still kind of scary to me, and I have the most success completing them when I take frequent rest breaks, so it makes sense for me to chop them up right now while I am still rebuilding mileage and trying to avoid too-much-too-soon syndrome.
I put in 40 minutes on my trusty out-and-back dirt path this morning after I’d had a chance to eat an English muffin and clean out the plumbing with coffee. I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the recent abandonment of my Garmin. Running is so blissfully simple without it.
Intermission: work at the Roost from noon to close.
Then part two. Another easy run along the Power Trail for roughly 30 minutes. I didn’t even keep a timer on this one. I’ve just done the route enough times to know. The only problem with running after work is the heat. I was so hot biking home that I knew I didn’t even want to wear a tank. I also wanted to take water, but I know that wearing a waist pack bareback is a recipe for serious chafing and general questioning of life choices. So I grabbed my Nathan handheld despite the fact that I had earlier today talked someone OUT of buying one at the store in favor of buying a *more expensive* waist pack because, as I explained to him, handhelds are big heavy bricks.
My first experience with a handheld was a horrible Amphipod that I threw away during the run because I hated it so much. For some reason I later bought a Nathan (I think it was the thumbhole. I am a sucker for all things with thumbholes.) I used it once – during a hike in Yosemite. And then today.
I only filled it 75%, and for the first half of the run, I hated it. I had to crank the strap down so tight my hand started swelling, but with all the bottle sweating and palm sweating I was quite certain it was going to torpedo right off my wrist if I didn’t strap that sucker down. Things improved after I had drunk more than half the water, because the bottle started to decompress to the shape of my hand and was less burdensome. But what is the point of setting out with a handheld that is only 25% full? Hence why I never use one. Not to mention at that volume you also encounter the dreaded “slosh.”
The other motivation behind the handheld was phone towage. I don’t normally run with my phone (sorry not sorry), but I wanted to take some pics for ze blog.
Post run: obligatory peanut butter and honey sandwich and Sunday phone chat with Dad. Dinner of black bean and hominy posole, which is also what I had for lunch, and which may or may not be responsible for all the recent tooting and acid reflux.
Also, this happened today:
We had the USATF Outdoor Champs playing on the TV at work, and it’s crazy how I still get nervous watching track meets. Fun to fangirl Kate Grace (am I even allowed to use that term as a mere Oiselle stalker from afar?) I have rooted for Jenny Simpson ever since Rob made us watch her interview after she collapsed during the NCAA Cross Country Championships in 2009 (I think his intent was to teach us Division III athletes to stop complaining about having too much on our plates). And I would like Mary Cain more if she hadn’t sold her soul to AlSal….
That’s it. 6:15 am comes early. On to a fresh week of running.