Anyway, because I think I'm training for a marathon I've been running a lot lately. My bike was out for an entire 5 weeks and I rode the other bike on the trainer maybe 5 times, and it showed at Icebreaker this year. Boo!! That's what I get for not cycling I guess. It was hard to not feel fast, to feel like I didn't have any power, to feel like I didn't uphold people's thoughts that were so confident in me and sweet, saying things before the race to the effect of I was going to win. But anyway, I've been enjoying running, so that's what I've been doing. Started building my long runs up from about 8 miles back in January and have run a 14, 16, 18, and today 20 since then.
I won't lie, the 20 hurt. I felt ok the first 8 or so on a new canal road route I found - I love canal roads by the way, dirt which is better for the joints, quiet, no cars, very nice. Then while thinking about how great this new canal road was I found and how I'd gone a whole 8 miles without a gate or fence or anything, this comes along:
|That's right, bulls|
I ran with a tailwind to start which I never like doing, but I figured "I'm running, not on a bike, how bad could it be?" Answer: not horrible, but not so much fun. My legs did fine, I've been battling some piriformus irritation and some weird stiff sore knees, but they didn't bug me during the run, the lactic acid didn't really build up (till I was done and walking home anyway, then Jer told me I looked like an old woman, it was true, and my muscles have been so sore and tender/DOMS since), but ironically the top of my foot hurt the whole time, like my shoe was laced too tight or had a rock in it or something, but no, nothing wrong. I've been running in my Kinvara's for a while, waiting for my new pair of Intuitions to come in this week (I've had a pair to wear over the last year, but I've had to share them a bit), and I'm definitely tired of the Kinvara's and welcoming back the Zero Drop Intuitions. Can't wait! They really are an amazing shoe.
So carrying on, I finally refilled my bottles at 16 miles and that cold water tasted SO good! On my way home I happened on some interesting graffiti. A bit strange for sure
|Believe in Life. Why thank you gangsters for the uplifting message at mile 18 :)|