Week 9 Dublin Marathon 2017 Training is in the bag baby! This week officially starts the looooong runs – and no I’m not talking about what happens when you’re dehydrated. It was a good week as “they” say. I’m not sure who said it, but I believe it was “they”.
This week’s running plan called for 4/7/4/16 and I’m happy to say I threw in a 4.5 on Thursday for good measure. The temperatures at the beginning of the week where hot and my first three runs were a mere ok. Saint Sebastian looked down on me Saturday morning because it was cool, breezy and overcast! Thank you sweet Patron of Athletes! Oh and Archery….this was the only photo I found that didn’t have arrows in his bloodied body….
I got up around 4:15 am and had my normal breakfast of two Eggo™ waffles, water, a cup of coffee, an Aleve™ and a sports gel (which I take 15 minutes before I go). I ran with my water belt and carried 3 gels and some plantain chips. I froze two bottles of water each with a Lime (great flavor) Gu™ tablet. I tried the lime flavor this time around and it was great, I highly recommend it, as it wasn’t as sweet as the berry and didn’t leave that lingering aftertaste in my mouth. I left those on the porch for my rounds, along with a free sports bar I got at last weeks Hero run (peanut butter and jelly ~ which sucked majorly). I managed to get out the door around 5:45 am. It was a little darker than I wanted, but I needed all the time I could get for 16 miles while it was still cool and overcast.
There were a lot of people out running! Groups of runners young and old and then my long-lost friends…the cyclists. It feels good to say my long run was successful. I started off a little stiff, but into mile 3 I was feeling pretty solid. There is no doubt the weather had a lot to do with my performance. I have succumbed to the fact I am not a desert girl. I do much better in the cooler temperatures. My pace wasn’t really too much faster and I took a lot of breaks. I was drinking so much fluid, so I made sure that I stopped each time I ran by the house. My pains were minimal. All the physical therapy has helped realign my pelvis and I’m feeling stronger in my core. Not too shabby for an approaching 50-year-old.
Around mile 10 I started to develop some pain under my arms. It wasn’t muscle pain but chafing! A lot of sweating + the wrong shirt = what looks like 2nd degree burns. Yeah….that was nice. Apparently, St. Sebastian doesn’t do chafing. There is no saint for chafing, so will hand that over to St. Jude, the Saint of Hopeless Causes (No…I’m not kidding…look it up Sparky!). At mile 15, the sun…decided to finally say ~ “yeah you’re too slow…I’m coming out, let’s get this parade over with”. At that moment, I became – a clock watcher. You know, take two steps, look at your watch only to find you’ve only taken two steps. But, I got it done in 3:21.
I decided to take myself down to the IHOP ‘ cause I could “ate a reverend mother for breakfast”. I had hash browns, two eggs, sausage, crepes and four cups of coffee. And so it begins…. and that was my second breakfast. I actually have my own IHOP mug at home.
So, what does all this crazy tally? 32.52 miles for the week with 6542.45 miles gratefully waiting.
When it’s good you can dance an Irish jig, eh? Happy Miles to You!!