Sunday is long run day! After sleeping for 12 hours, I felt better, but not amazing. After some mind games (“you can always run in the evening!”) I sucked it up and headed out. I was told to run for 90 minutes, and did the same thing as last week: 15 and 1s, with my running pace between 6:00 and 6:30.
Even though I left at 8:30am, it was too late to beat the heat. It got HOT. I decided to run to the beach, as it was a breezy day and there are lots of fountains along the path there. It was gorgeous at the beach, but the heat really got to me by the end. I ended up going about 1k shorter than I hoped because I was meeting a friend at the Leslieville Farmer’s market at 10:30 and didn’t want to be late.
13k in 1:25:50.
Then I got an ice pop. AMAZING.
I’m always glad to get runs over with. I need to remember that every time I convince myself I can do it later. It’s part of the reason Saturday was a bust. Oh well.
I did almost exactly the same run today, but I encountered intestinal distress for the first time in my running life! Also I’m exhausted. I want to run a half in September and don’t know how I’ll ever get back to running more than 13.5 kms ever again.
Oh no, feel better!
What half are you thinking about doing?
Delayed response: the Fredericton Fall Classic. But it’s on Paul’s birthday so I feel kind of like I’m deserting him.
pffft, I’m making Matt come to NYC and take care of me on HIS birthday (his bday is the 1st, NYC is the 2nd). It’s what good partners do.