I wake up every morning without a set number of miles I want to run. It takes me literally 15 minutes from the time I wake up till I'm out the door. The number of miles are decided, quite literally, in the minute it takes me to tie my shoe laces - the legs decide how far they want to go. After some excellent fuel all day yesterday - 18 miles were decided. It was one of the warmest mornings for me in recent memory - still, humid, steamy. The first 5 or so miles were fine - this didnt last long however. Every mile after that was torture. I think the combination of the weather and the fact that I was dehydrated caused the wheels to come off. I dont ever carry any carbs or gel with me on long runs - I take a quick swig of water just before I leave - its a run and its supposed to be difficult - it is NOT a buffet!
Since I hate bailing on runs - it was Lance Armstrong who said "Pain is temporary, it lasts an hour, or a day, but quitting is forever" - I try and remember that when the going gets tough. I still slugged it out, but boy! The last 2 miles were a test of will, and the fact that I had no choice but to finish (because taking a cab back home with 15 minutes left is not only irritating to me, but given how stingy I am - I'd rather buy a candy bar!). Anyway, no PR's were set this morning - I walked back the last mile.
18 miles 2:45 minutes. (30km)
The good news is that I am 96 miles already this week with just one double workout. Its only saturday - although I dont think a long run tomorrow is in the cards.
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