but it really didn’t feel like it. I ran 12 miles in 2:01:37. It was extremely hilly and various body parts were not playing nicely. I had tummy issues that were bad enough that I considered asking a homeless guy where the nearest bathroom was. I figured he’d know where the public ones were (gotta love urban running). I managed to just deal and keep running back towards my house, figuring I could swing by home if I really needed to. Then at about the 8 mile point, after 2 miles of hills, my foot started bothering me. I’ve had the pain a couple of times in the past, but never quite that early in a run and I haven’t had it at all in a while. I think I may need to check the mileage on the shoes I was wearing.
I think the biggest problem though, was that I was dehydrated (and maybe even a bit hung over.) We went out for Jones’ birthday and I had two really yummy, but stronger than average beers (Tommyknocker Butthead if anyone is interested). I was buzzing quite nicely on the walk home. Guess what I won’t be doing the night before the marathon LOL.
It is pretty nice that I was able to maintain close to a 10 minute pace, even when the run went to hell. This leads me to believe that if I do some speedwork on a semi-regular basis and don’t drink before my long runs :o) , I may actually manage the 2 hour half that I’m hoping to do.
I’ve been reading all of the marathon race reports lately and I’m getting antsy to run mine. Less than two weeks now! Hopefully it will feel more like my 20 miler last week than the 12 miler this morning.
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ROFLMAO! “and maybe even a bit hung over.” Hey! You totally get big ups in my books if you can run through that 😉
hmmmm. yeah, i’m thinkin’ the bit hung over thing was the main problem. LOL
Sorry to hear about the tummy and foot issues. But I don’t think beer affects feet 🙂
Been there, done that. But you DID have a great run. It took me 2:24 to run 13.15 on Saturday and I wasn’t hung over or dehydrated!
Hey, if you can run hungover, you can run through anything. That’s what training is all about, right? 2 weeks?! Holy cow, it’s getting close!
I take the opposite approach. I train for that hangover. You never know when you’ll feel like crap during a run. That training gets me through. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I’m contemplating having another beverage. Good run. You’ll get that two-hour half!
Gotta love those hangover runs. At about mile 3 I’m asking myself, “What the hell were you thinking?”