|Date:||3/7/2009 8:00 AM|
|Pace:||11:42 / mile|
|Shoe:||Mizuno Wave Renegade 4|
VO2 Max: 25.9
So here’s my mini run report from today. We had 7 on the schedule because we are in week 7 of Higdon’s training for the Half Marathon. The weather was amazingly gorgeous. 50, and not a cloud in the sky.
One boy went to a snow day in Strawberry, and the other with his Dad on a hike to the Black Diamond Mines in Antioch. Kim and I drove out to the 3.5 mile point and put GU in half bottles of water, and 6 saltines. I’m trying out some nutrition stuff, because I want to figure it out before the Half.
Mile 1: Was 10:31, and we must have really slowed down after that. To our regular overpass, and Shell Station (Hill #1)
Mile 2: On our way to the Green Bridge there was a porta-potty on the side. I thought…”Huh. I dont’ need that”.
Mile 3: Thank God there was another Porta-Potty right at the entrance, which I needed. Quickly, deftly, and I was outta there. We approached the Hammett overpass, and I was really tired. (Hills #2 & 3) I was out of gas. Lungs & Stomach…good.
Mile 4: A runner passes us with these long, loping strides as I struggled to get back over the overpass. Stopped to get the Gu. Good stop. Needed. Saltines? No, not so much. Back over the overpass. (Another Hill #4)
Mile 5: Out of the right off the bridge comes a stellar, sweating, muscular runner. Off of some trail. Was he a mirage? I don’t know, but he was beautiful. His strides, his pace. Admiring without oogling. Much. We had another small hill #5 and I was getting tired.
Mile 6: Through a housing development. Back down our regular path toward the Catwalk (Hill #6) and practically walking over it.
Mile 7: The best one yet. Down toward the Hockey Rink. I started to feel a painful stinging in my shoe. Turns out I have a blister. Or the start of one.
Two oranges off of a tree. Sore shoulder, but other than that…It was good. The most I have ever run is 7.5, in last year’s Emerald 12K. This week, I attempt an 8 miler. Should be interesting.
We saw several runners; it was a beautiful thing…Later, I sat in the spa, reading Runner’s World…my favorite issue to date, and I came to the David Paterson last page, and was Laughing Out Loud at SNL’s rendition of him. Still. Great, great job.