The way my schedule works out right now, my long runs are typically on Wednesday. I realize this makes me somewhat of a freak in the running world.
Today my long run was 10 miles. I know that’s nothing compared to you folks who are getting close to your marathons and ultras, but for me this was a significant day. This was my first double-digit run since late 2010.
In 2011 I knew I wouldn’t be racing due to budgetary constraints (some races are so much money!) so I was running short runs to keep fit, but nothing more than that. Then in August I had my accident and was unable to run for the rest of the year.
Typically I run on an empty stomach in the morning, but anything over 6 miles and I need some fuel in me. This morning I had a BIG cup of coffee and a homemade poppyseed bagel (note to self: never leave house after eating a poppyseed bagel without checking your teeth first).
It was dark and rainy out, so I dressed for the weather. Joke’s on me. Shortly into my run the sun came out and I was way too hot. D’oh.
Because it was rainy, there were lots of these little guys all over the sidewalks:
Once home I downed a recovery protein shake:
During my run I was sure I had gone out too fast and that my last few miles were slow, but I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at my mile splits once I got home. They were right were I wanted them to be. I held a consistent pace and then sped up toward the end: