A strong start but a tougher finish

My long runs have been a challenge for me ever since that 21-miler a couple of months ago.  They continue to be the bane of my existence, but I still keep trying to circumvent the problem, so I can actually kill as many runs above 20 miles, that I can.  The White Rock Marathon is but 40 days away, and I am still not yet satisfied with how my feet are holding up on the latter miles.

Saturday I headed out at about 7:30 to see just how far I could get.  My goal was a 20+, as for whatever mileage was after that, I would consider it as a cupcake bonus cherry on top.

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License plate? Anyone get that?

So this is what a body feels like a day after running 18 miles? Ya know, I would have thought that after feeling good yesterday post-“damn run”, that I would be escaping the aches and pains pretty much unscathed.

That’s where my brain deceives me. The thinking part.

First notable pain – the middle toe on my right foot.  Just the tip. Ow.

Second and third pain – my neck and shoulders

Ow my toe.

Third pain – middle of my back

Ow my toe!

I realize that this is a gradual onset of achiness, and that I could be in for an interesting next 12 hours.

I think I am starting to get a headache.

Ugh my toe! Am I about to lose a nail or what???

Lemons, lemonade, and that damn run.

Nothing prepares you for a bad run.  They happen to the best of athletes. Your only choice is to weather it the best way you can, or throw in the towel and call it a day.

Yesterday morning I woke up a little early, in hopes of getting out on the road before sunrise.  Since this run was going to be 18 miles, I wanted to try to get on the last part of it before the lovely Texas heat started baring down.  Yeah that didn’t work out as planned.  I still hit the road at 6:15 am; my normal time.  My attitude was not of the best, and I think my nerves were causing me to drag my feet a bit.  As my training runs get longer, I get a little more anxious, and even begin to doubt myself.

If yesterday proves ANYTHING, it’s that I should never underestimate my will.

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A tired dog is a good dog – Running with Ringo

Ringo my little Pit Bull mix, loves me very much; so much that he cannot stand it when I go out on my training runs, and leave him behind in his crate. I put chew toys galore in there, and he will gnaw on them like crazy, but as soon as he sees me open the door to leave, he is standing up at attention, head cocked to the side as if to say, “HEY!! Where do you think you’re going???”.  As I close the door and lock it, he starts whining, barking, and yapping like crazy.  He hits those high notes like a well training opera singer.

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Small bites of a big ass run

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  The lightning finally calmed itself down this morning, so I put on my resurrected Novara Buzz hydration backpack, with the replacement Platypus bladder, and headed out the door for my longest run ever.  Imagine Mr Movie announcer voice echoing … Continue reading