Twenty-five? Not just yeah, but hell yeah!

I’m about 3 hours recovered from my long run this weekend.  25 miles.  In actuality is was probably a hair short of that, but I’m rounding up.  I headed out at 6:30am and the temperature was 40 degrees.  The first 90 min of my run was spent telling myself I really need to go buy some gloves I can run in.  By the half way point, which I worked to be passing by the house so I could refill the water bottles, I was shucking off clothing. 

I really wonder what the weather is going to be like on the 7th.  While Tom jokes about what outfit he is going to wear, I’m starting to wonder myself. I left in a jacket and tights and a severe lack of gloves.  I finished feeling pretty warm in a long sleeve shirt (and would have been happier if I’d have ditched the tights.

By far, this was the strongest run of any I’ve done over say 16 miles.  The only issue was my right instep started hurting pretty bad at the three hour mark.  First it was, “Whoa, what’s that? Why is my instep hurting?  That’s never happened before.”  It took me about 30 minutes of racking my brain to finally realize that was from where my son dropped his booster seat on my foot the day before.  It ebbed and flowed for the rest of the run, but I pressed on. I’m still a little worried over it, but I think it will clear up.

Two weeks ago on my “short” nine mile run I felt like I was going to die. Not today dear body, I fueled you this week and stayed hydrated - just like the books say.  And much to my surprise, you responded (wow, those authors knew something).  I still eeked out a 12min pace, but I was able to sprint the last half mile with my head held high.  I contemplated spiking my water bottle on the front lawn, but thought better of it.

If you would have asked me three weeks ago if I was ready, I would have told you “yeah.” and would have been lying.  Today, I give you a firm “Hell yeah! Bring. It. On!”