Well today, despite a beasting 10k yesterday, I dragged my tired legs out of bed for my long run. On today’s menu: 12 miles. I’ll be honest, I was not feeling it before I left the flat. The sun, however, was, and I wasn’t going to pass up some sweet rays after nothing but rain and cloud for two weeks, so out of bed and into running gear I went! Today was important for two reasons:
- 12 miles = my longest training run
- This would be the first time I traveled with supplies!
I bought a belt pack thing (so eloquent) a couple of months ago, but I could never be bothered wearing it before, because none of my runs were really long enough to warrant energy supplies. Today, though, I wanted to make sure I was hydrated and fueled. After dry heaving at the aftertaste of sport beans before my run, I substituted the rest of the pack for a gel shot, and filled a 500ml bottle with gatorade. Ready to rock.
The first 5 miles were pretty non-eventful. At around 5.5 I had to stop because of traffic (which makes crossing a street a bit more difficult). An old man was shuffling across the street and it looked like he was speaking to me. The dialogue followed as thus:
Old man: I used to be able to run to [inaudible place] in 30 minutes. Not any more! Now I can barely walk!
Me: (polite chuckle) Wow, that’s good going!
Old Man: So what are you doing, just keeping fit?
Me: No, I have a half marathon next month.
Old Man: You’re getting married next month?
Me: No, a HALF MARATHON. In 4 weeks. I’m training.
Old Man: You WANT to get married in a month? No problem love, I’ll marry you. I’ll need to get rid of the wife first, but after that.
Me: No.. Half. Marathon. You know, running? (gestures running)
Old Man: OH! A half marathon. How much longer have you got today?
Me: Umm, about 6 miles I think.
Old Man: Glad it’s not me!
Too right, old man. Too right.
Anyway, the run went pretty much without incident. I had my gel shot at about mile 6. I didn’t realize it was just a clear, sugary goop, but it didn’t make me feel gross and I felt strong (but ready for the couch) at the end of the run, so I think they’ll be making a reappearance.
And here’s a shot of me with my sexy water belt that was apparently enough to get me a marriage offer today: