yesterday
9 hours of construction under a 'blazing' MT sun at precisely 72 degrees, share a six pack of MGD with my boss and kill a few corona at lunch. with lime of course. rally home, change into running shorts that dont leave much to the imagination and run run run.
jo ran the 1st hour with me and then escorted me, along with kaylee, on mtn bikes for the ensuing 17 miles.
i've never felt so fast or strong while running. i clipped of 7:15, 7:20, 7:30 minute miles throughout the first 17 miles and didnt seem to be tiring. i was shocked, as was my bike entourage.
i reached my turn around, franklin bridge, waiting for the downhill to soothe/destroy my legs and more importantly waiting for the seemingly inevitable and disheartening bonk/crash/blow up. its at this point that your legs go numb, your mind flies away to a delirious and scary place, and the world seems to turn to shades of gray. only gray.
but it never happened. i suffered. ran. and suffered some more. i drank unfiltered creek water while offering feeble prayers to the giardia gods and kept running. at precisely 3 hrs and 12 minutes i arrived back at the trailhead having narrowly avoided blowing up. 24 miles and no trail wreck. an enormous confidence boost as my race now looms 8 days away.
...and now, time to recover...
4 comments:
sooth/destroy. Really just one and the same. Isn't that what these runs are all about?
i think i'll ride a bike when i pace the 100.
I ran 10 last night...do i get a cookie or something?
WOOOOOOOOO.
I walked to the ferry then across to the westin to catch the airport shuttle this morning. that's basically the same, right? it reminded me of europe, anyway. it was hot and sweaty and my backpack is awesome. also- listening to the streets and mgmt makes me think of you.
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