So it looks like I’m in that painful part of marathon training, guys. I’m also going back to work tomorrow after 7 (beautiful) weeks of summer holidays, so my mind and body are crushed.
Saturday started off bright and early (for a Saturday) and I left my apartment at about 8 to get some miles in on the (boring) railway line. At 8:35, I turned back, and continued past my place towards the beach, where I just managed to arrive at parkrun on time! 3.1 miles later (at a faster speed than I’d have liked, but still way slow compared to just a 5k), Ronnie and I set off for some laps of the beach. We had originally intended to do one massive loop starting with parkrun, but as I’d started early, we settled for the beach, agreeing to hit the gym’s cafe afterwards for some freshly squeezed orange juice. As the miles ticked by, I was aware that I felt a lot better than I did during the 18 miler a fortnight ago. My muscles felt as though they could go on and on. Unfortunately, the chaffing in unmentionable places did a pretty good job making me want to stop. However, having company with me for that last 9 miles was amazing and really helped me through. It wasn’t fast, but I ran my first 20 mile training run, and I didn’t collapse. Result!
The freshly squeezed orange juice was amazing. The shower when I got home was less pleasant (I imagine) than using a dildo made of sandpaper and glued on pieces of broken glass.
Chaffed delicates + hot water and soap = tears and swearing.
Anyway, that night, Ian, myself, Liell and Grant all indulged in a curry. And beer. I pretty much inhaled everything that was placed in front of me, and even shared a desert with Liell, using a cocktail umbrella as a utensil (times were desperate).
While I was out running on Saturday, Ian was finishing up my bike, which he has been working on for the last few weeks whenever the weather is nice enough to work outside after he finished work at his day job. I tell him ALL THE TIME that he needs to wear sun block when there is actual sunshine, but he just says he’s ‘building up a natural immunity to burning’. Well, it seems to be working really well….
Despite his terrible sun care, he’s pretty good at cleaning and fixing up bikes, and because the weather was gorgeous today (the best day of 2012 by miles), we decided to give my bike a test ride.
We chose the railway line because it’s pretty flat (and my legs would shout out a ‘heeeeeeeeell no!’ if hills had been suggested). We cycled about 10 miles out, and it was amazing how many other cyclists were out today – they were obviously all in the summer spirit today! We soon realized, however, that life would have been a whole lot easier if we had a bell (like everyone else) to warn people when we wanted to overtake. Luckily, my front brake squealed when I stopped abruptly, so it became our impromptu bell for the day.
I’ve posted photos of the railway line before from some of my runs along it, but today we went a little farther. Some of the sections are like country roads, some are like trails, some are totally overgrown and bursting with stinging nettles. We also passed loads of different animals; horses, sheep, cows, bunnies. And my insect kill count for today must be through the roof (I’m sorry bumblebee!).
At the point where we turned back, I took a few photos, and stopped to take a few more along the way home:
So, things I learned this weekend:
- 20 miles is a long way.
- Cycling 20 miles is easier than running 20 miles, though chaffing and a saddle do not mix as well as I’d have liked.
- Wearing heels after a 20 mile run is ill-advised.
- I am glad that swimming comes first in a half ironman, because holy shit, it would sting after cycling over 50 miles and running a half marathon.
Back to work in T-minus 10 hours. I am already in a grump!