Besides the fact that Charlie is basically not speaking to me right now, this week went pretty well.
You might even say I was on fire.
I was running well, eating salads with beans and eggs, vacuuming the whole house.
Vacuuming a house full of boys isn’t as easy as you think. I basically have to use hands of a surgeon to gently place items such as these in a safe place or else hear about it for days, even weeks later, before I charge up the dirt sucker. Years of practice, people. It helps.
Anyway, there I am in the middle of my week, errands done, house cleaned, healthy food eaten, runs going well, youth track practices running smoothly, and then BOOM! it all falls apart on long run day.
Because I have decided to run 22 miles on an 81 degree day.
Now this use to not be a big deal, but ever since Long Beach happened, I am a bit of a mess about this sort of thing. Bad, bad memories. I can’t even imagine what people who ran last year’s Boston must think when the temperatures go up and they have no choice but to run for 3 hours. Maybe they are thrilled because it is a challenge? Runners can be like that, you know. We’re a strange lot.
So anyway, I tried something new today. Just in case I wilted in the heat and wasn’t able to finish. (I don’t like to quit. It is not always healthy.)
Anyway, I started out really slow. Really slow. I shuffled. I didn’t listen to music. I got bored.
And then with six miles to go I put the pedal to the metal and grabbed some tunes to keep me company.
I was able to push a decent pace for the last bit of the run, instead of walk/running 11 minute miles like I have done at the end of past long, hot runs.
But still. I have my doubts about all of this marathon nonsense. The long runs humble me and make me doubt everything. Why I do this. Why I am not suited for this. Why.
I have no answers. I am okay on training runs below 15 miles. I feel slightly confident even.
But on these 20+ runs? I feel like a loser, because everything can so easily fall apart. Like you run really fast for 10 miles and then you feel like hobbling. Or you can hobble and then run really fast.
So I did what any other sulking runner would do after stinking hot long run.
I went to Trader Joe’s and bought weird stuff.
I guess beer isn’t so weird. But it wasn’t on my list either.
Oh Aloo Chaat how I love thee. Whatever thee is.
Sadly TJ’s no longer carries my beloved salt water taffy. I am adjusting.
Now I’ll go heat up my Aloo Chaat, put my beer in the fridge, eat some jelly bellies while I am waiting, and down some MSM in the meantime.
What is MSM? I don’t know. But the box says that it will make my joints feel good, and right now they don’t feel so hot.
So you see, this is how one gets into trouble at TJ’s after a long run. It would have been much smarter to simply buy a bag of doggie treats to get back on Charlie’s good side.
Next time I’ll know.