Me, Becky, Amy - three soaked, but accomplished, runners!
It's week 14 of our half marathon training, which meant that we had 9 miles on tap for our Saturday run. I hadn't run this far since January, and after my brutal 8 mile run a couple of weeks ago, I was not really looking forward to it, especially since the weather had warmed back up. Not only were we looking at warm temps, but it was super humid...and then, rain came into the forecast. Ohhhh joy.
As it turned out, thunderstorms also entered the forecast, so we went to bed Friday night not knowing if the run would even happen - we will run in the rain, but thunder and lightning? No way. Well, we woke up and it was dry, but checking the weather radar, we could see a line of green (rain) heading our direction. No word on thunder/lightning, so Jeff and I went ahead and set out the water and Gatorade along the route for our runners. We started our warm up walk - it was muggy and warm! Got to the half-mile point and whoosh - the front was here, in the form of wind and cooler temperatures. By the time our runners arrived at the park, it was starting to sprinkle...but we weren't hearing any thunder, so we decided to go ahead and run, cautioning everyone to turn around and get back to the park if they heard thunder.
I started off with Amy and Becky, with Diane running near us - she doesn't do intervals but keeps about the same pace as we do with them. Sounds odd, but different runners, different strides (she's quite tall), and it shows how everyone does what works for themselves. Anyway, as we started running, it started raining. We were about one mile in when it began absolutely pouring! All I could hope for was that I'd used enough Body Glide to prevent any unfortunate chafing incidents. At least it was still fairly warm, so we weren't getting chilled - that would have been really bad.
Funny story - during the worst of the downpour, Becky and I were running in the street while Amy and Diane were on the sidewalk. I think it was Amy who yelped - I looked over to see that the automatic sprinklers had turned on and not only were they getting wet via the rain, but the sprinklers were hitting their legs pretty good. It was like they were in a car wash, getting sprayed from all angles! Ahhh, running adventures make for fun memories.
Amy and I both started our Garmins at the same time so our interval beeps would coordinate. Only, they didn't. And between the rain and the darkness, my brain didn't register right away that my Garmin was still set for 1:30/45 intervals, which is what I do during my shorter weekday runs. Ack - for a 9 mile training run, I definitely wanted to have that full minute to walk! Once we reached mile 2, I closed out that segment and reset my intervals, but we kept walking, so my mileage was a little off at the end - we hit the park and I showed 6.95 miles on my Garmin. Now, I know I was at 7 miles, but dang it, I wanted the official Garmin credit which I know many runners, as well as Batman, understand:
I didn't run in circles, but I did run past my group until I hit 7 miles!
So here's the weird mental thing that happened when I restarted my Garmin. I knew that I already had two miles done, but whenever I would glance at it and see, say, it reading that I just hit mile four, I'd think "oh that's not too bad" - and continue on. Mile five? I was fine. Even when I hit mile six, I still wasn't thinking "OMG I'VE RUN EIGHT FREAKING MILES AND I'M STILL NOT DONE" - nope. Apparently I tricked my brain with the two "secret" miles and I never got that feeling of "I can't do this" - it really was strange...but in a good way.
Here's a couple of pictures of our group afterward - minus 8 people who had already left before we got it together enough to get the shot:
Fred, me, Andi, Diane, Becky, Amy, Brian, Karen, Kasey, CC, Cary, and Julia
And just a few other shots - lighthearted camaraderie happening all around:
Soaking wet and tired after running 9 miles (or 16 miles as was the case with Fred and Brian), but still having a good time. I love my running club peeps!
Why YES, that is a full cinnamon twist on my plate! Jeff and I each got our own. Nine miles deserved that kind of treat.
I got all the food, but had a hard time eating it. Jeff whipped through his meal and at that point I think I had finished my chocolate milk. When we run a lot of miles, my stomach doesn't feel great and it takes me a while to feel like I can eat, even though I want to. I picked at everything over the course of the 90 minutes we were there. I finally managed to finish the cinnamon twist, but Jeff kept eying it and I thought I was gonna have to take him out, ninja-style, if he made a move toward it!
P.S. I'm happy to report that I had no chafing, which I think was a first for a rain run - hurray for that small miracle! I guess the trade off was my hair; I had the biggest rat's nest in it after that rain run - ugh. Tons of conditioner and leave-in detangler and it still took me forever to come it out. Guess I should try braiding it next time?