Saturday morning, my alarm went off and first thing I did was check the weather - gotta love being able to do that on my phone while still lying in bed. This was what I saw:
I jumped out of bed and got myself ready. I was a little hesitant about what to wear - sure, it was 45 degrees, but once you start running, you warm up to about 20 degrees higher than the air temperature - so that would make it 65 degrees, and in that case, I'd be wearing a short-sleeved technical shirt. But it was windy and cold, and the "feels like" temperature was 40 degrees, so I ended up wearing a long-sleeved technical shirt and hoped I wouldn't overheat. I know, I know - I complain for ages about it being too hot; but bring on the cold and it's a little more complicated. I did check with the Runner's World What to Wear guide, and they said to wear a long-sleeved shirt, so I went with that.
So the run - oh yeah, that's what I should be talking about, right? Well, considering my Saturday mileage for the last two months has ranged from 3.1 to 8 miles, I had a feeling that 10 might be a little challenging, to say the least. And it was. But I suspect for most recreational runners, doing 10 miles is just plain hard. Diane and I did our intervals, although there were a few times when we took an extra walking break. And while I did just fine running 8 miles the previous week, fueling with 24 ounces of Tailwind (which is 200 calories, or the equivalent of taking two GU's), I didn't feel quite as energetic, and ended up eating a few gummy chews that I had on hand. I think the main issue is that because it wasn't hot, I didn't drink as much as I normally would, and all of my fuel calories were in the drink - I guess I'll have to force myself to drink more if I want to make Tailwind work as my fuel for the longer runs.
We ran a familiar route, but we were on the other side of the street for this run (we were on the sidewalk, so it didn't matter which side we were on). Maybe they're always there, and we just don't see them, but we ran by a ton of cows, and what made it funny was that they were all facing the road, staring at us as we ran by:
Cary took this picture - she'd been by them before us, and thought it was funny enough to stop and whip out her phone.
On our way back, one cow had gone through an open gate and was standing below us (we were on a bridge), but it looked like he might be loose, so we slowed down to check. Nope, we saw a bit of fence, and he was on the right side of it, which was good...loose cows around vehicles are never a good combination. But this cow was pretty close to us, and he kept looking at us, so I MOOed at him several times, and apparently I speak cow, because he backed up and went to stand inside of the gated area with the other cows. I made a cow move! Diane and I both got a kick out of that, plus it was a good distraction on this long run.
The only other item of note for this run happened right at mile 9.68 - and it didn't happen to just us, but as we discovered afterward, it happened to Julia and Andi, who were running independently of each other, at the exact same spot. We were running our last jig-jag around a little neighborhood, when we suddenly felt like the gravitational pull was so strong that we couldn't lift our feet high enough to muster a run, so we walked our way out of the neighborhood; it wasn't far, because at mile 9.8 we started running again and finished up our 10 miles. I guess there was just enough of an elevation change, combined with it being so close to the end of a long, tiring run that we all ran out of energy, but it was interesting that it happened to us all at the same spot.
Afterward, we spent several hours at Blue Baker, where much merriment happened, including this:
I mean, it's just a plastic knife that broke when Diane was trying to slice her apple, but maybe we were punch-drunk from running 10 miles, because it seemed pretty hilarious at the time.
She managed to eat around the knife part...Diane looks pretty good for just having run 10 miles, wouldn't you say?
I'm glad that run is over with - honestly, with our wonky schedule, that may end up being the longest run I do before Houston. And if that's how it works out, well then, it will be just fine. I'm obviously not training for a time - unless it's a GOOD TIME. Then I'm all in!
To my American readers: Happy Thanksgiving (tomorrow)! We'll be starting our day with a Turkey Trot 5K before indulging in a yummy dinner. Hope you all have a great Thanksgiving!