So in keeping with her schedule, I bumped up my weekly mileage a bit, running 3 miles last Tuesday and 4 miles last Thursday, because that's what her training called for. This week, we ran 4 miles yesterday and will run 5 miles tomorrow, and then we only (only!) have to run 10 miles on Saturday. Whew! But I'm getting ahead of myself - here's how her 16 miler on Saturday went down.
Jeff is an early-morning person, so he volunteered to run with Diane for her first 8 miles. They met up at 4:00 am and ran two 4 mile loops; I was driving over to our clubhouse and spotted their blinking lights at the water stop nearby, so we timed the hand-off perfectly. Cary and I set out running with Diane at that point; our plan was to run to the new closed road and then run up and down it several times - that road is perfectly flat and great for getting in some mindless miles where you don't have to contend with anything but the occasional group of deer grazing nearby.
We ran up and back while it was still pretty dark; Cary dropped off to run back to the clubhouse at that point, while Diane and I soldiered on. By then it was getting lighter, and we saw a camouflaged porta potty that we'd run by twice already but hadn't noticed until then. Our walking interval worked out perfectly for Diane to take a couple of pictures of it:
This is on a new road in the fancy neighborhood that we run through; I guess it only makes sense that they try to gussy up the porta potties during construction!
After he recovered from his 8 miles, Jeff drove in from the open section of the road (no one drives on it, because right now there's nothing there) and dropped off a jug of water so we could refill our bottles, which worked out great. I drank an entire bottle of Tailwind and ate a package of Sports Beans (half at mile 3 and the rest at mile 6) and I felt good - no bonking there, nor did my stomach get all yucky. Once I was finished with the Tailwind I just refilled my bottle with plain water; I've ordered some portable Tailwind stick packs to carry with me on future long runs, so I'll be able to keep up with that once I've depleted my first bottle.
Diane and I kept running and eventually we hit the magic number where we could leave the closed road and head back to the clubhouse. We ran back and BOOM - she hit 16 miles on her Garmin - another distance record for her! I hit 8 miles, which is a lot for me when I'm not training for a half marathon. I didn't set out to run this much after Houston, but I have to say, it's not bad, and I like running with Diane and helping support her as she works toward her marathon goal. While I was pretty sore on Saturday, I felt fine the following day, so I should be able to keep up with running these longer distances. I'd like to think it will help for the two races that I will be doing in the next six weeks, but knowing me, probably not.
After we finished, we chatted with everyone before changing and heading over to Blue Baker. Meanwhile, Jeff had gone home, showered, napped, and was already at BB waiting for us. To get us moving faster, he texted the following picture:
Fresh, hot ciabatta! Our baker takes care of us.
My breakfast - scones! Bacon cheddar, and raspberry. I couldn't finish them, but after running 8 miles, everything looked good when I was standing in line to order, so I indulged in two flavors.
We had a great time at breakfast and even got to play "pass the baby" with Mason, as CC and Loretta came for a little while. Mason was a good sport with letting a bunch of smelly runners cuddle him.
This Saturday is a drop in mileage for Diane - she only has to run 10 miles. Which I plan on doing with her, which means it's an uptick in miles for me. Runner's math - the only time when the person who is training for a long distance does less while the training buddy does more - I don't get it, but I'll be there to run alongside of her, regardless of the math.