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Yesterday, I ran from Ripon to Escalon. On River Road. At dusk, with people coming home toward the west. In the sunset. Not my smartest move, but you know you have to fit these things in. Plus, I have a commitment at an AA meeting Thursday night in Escalon. Perfect idea.
The worst part of this kind of run, however, is to get from Point A to Point B in a certain amount of time. I had to be at 10 miles by 5:45. I left my house at 3:50, which gave me a quick 5 minute warmup walk.
My scheduled run was to be: 3 miles @ 11:00, 4 miles @ 10:15, 3 miles @ 10:00. I already had a pit in my stomach because I was rushed. One thing about having the Garmin: I don’t have to worry about how fast or slow I’m going. It tells me.
I wanted to keep to the 11:00 minute pace as much as possible, because I know for me, after 3 miles, I am just starting to get in my groove. Over the overpass, to Spring Creek, out Murphy to the dreaded River Road. I had never taken River Road out of town, so I said a quick prayer.
Surprisingly, there was a lot of room to run. I waved my arms wide to show cars how close I was, and this proved to be an effective technique for getting folks to look up from their phones. Only one girl, who’s head was in her lap continued to drive right into me at that point. I was feeling good. My ex-husband and son were bringing me a sip of water at Mile 5, so I knew I would have a little liquid. Miles 4 & 5 were 10:13 and change. I ran by McManis Winery, hitting it at a comfortable stride.
I came across a cattle ranch, with stench that reminded me of school days at Fresno State. It was horrific, because it’s foggy here, but it’s also starting to heat up in the afternoon. I got my sip of water, threw the bottle, and kept running (sorry farmer…I tried to find it on the way home).
From Mile 6-9 it was Dog City. Dogs would start barking on the farmer’s land, and start running toward me. I never could tell if the fences were open or closed, so I hauled ass. Literally. Nothing like the fear of a dog’s jowels in my butt to get me moving. Mile 6 & 7 I was at 10:22, so I was not hitting my paces, but the little sip of water in my gut was feeling uncomfortable.
There are 3 things I deal with on my runs: my lungs, legs & stomach. Usually my lungs are fine. I never feel tired, in fact sometimes I feel like I’m cruising. My leg issues usually have to do with my toes or feet. Oddly, the 6-7-8 mile toe numbing didn’t happen yesterday. But it was my stomach.
At mile 8, I started yelling at myself. Pull. It. Out. PULL IT OUT. I was supposed to be hitting 10:00 miles here. I wasn’t going to do it. I counted 5 farms with dogs, and the sun was setting. I had checked the Farmer’s Almanac before I left to make sure I would hit the end by the time I lost light. I was heading to the Escalon Sportsman Club, and there wasn’t a soul there. Still dusk though, so I was fine.
It’s probably my last time on that road. Too many obstacles for a lone woman, and not enough room for 2 to run. Mile 8 was still in 10:30 range, but slowly, I faded. Mile 9 was 11, and Mile 10 was 12:30? (I can’t remember, and don’t have the data with me.)
Overall, it’s 1.5 minutes faster than the California 10 in January.
I’m happy with this run…that I could stay in the 10 minute range for Mile 4-8. That was a major accomplishment that I wanted. I felt good. I felt strong. There were some dangerous head trips on side roads, which I willed myself to ignore. I’m happy that pieces of the town don’t own me much anymore.
I need to work on NOT giving up at the end, which is a hallmark of mine. My coach reminds me this morning that I am to instead think: I *only* have this much more go…instead of my usual *I can’t make it*. I am going to spin *GAG* for the next two weeks, and do a few more activities with nutrition designed to get me settled in to a comfortable place.
Peaceful, good. Just a bit too dangerous for this old gal. There were obstacles, but I have a dream. I have faith.