Running in the freezing temps in January really makes you appreciate those warm days (and at this point warm would qualify as anything over 40 degrees). Especially the warm days where you can run out the door in shorts and a tech T and feel the warmth of the sun on your skin without a thought of windburn or frostbite.
Yesterday was not one of those days!
I wasn't quite sure I was going to make it to the Brew run this year. My early week pessimism could be attributed to the intestinal virus I suffered from Thursday and Friday. I have to keep in mind that when my energy is low and I'm feeling blue that I might just be coming down with something. Depression is not part of my repetoire. Thursday night I slept over 9 hours and woke up feeling more tired on Friday, the first clue, the second sign blaring in my face was the frequent trips to the bathroom. Horrible. Needless to say, I did not eat much on Friday for this reason. A slice of toast, a small sandwhich for lunch and a small bowl of chicken soup. Not enough calories for the activities I like to occupy myself with and I think the majority of those cals were flushed down the toilet on Friday. I did not run on Friday although I thought about it, a lot. I don't like to miss any run on my schedule, ever, but I decided to do the smart thing and actually listen to what my body was telling me. Only on Friday though! I went to bed at 8 pm and slept until 5:30, awoken by Van in a asthma related coughing spasm and I thought that Dave and I would not be able to go to the brew run but Van came out of it and at 8 am we left the house and the 15 degree temps hoping that it would be slightly warmer in Patchogue.
This weekends long run was the first of what I qualify as the "really long runs". Anything 15 and over is really long to me. Knowing all week long that I had this 15 miler to do and knowing the funk I was in all week, I really did not want to miss the group run from the brew. I needed my buddies, there is strength in numbers. Since the brew run is roughly 12 miles, I decided to run the 3 miles from my mom's to the Bluepoint Brewery to get that extra three in. Got there in plenty of time to meet up with M.E., my friend Jenn (an english teacher I work with that is a phenomenal runner, it's so great to have someone at work to share this with!), M.E.'s husband Jim and running partner Mike, K.B, Wynn and Theresa and I was happy to see Danielle too! Dave decided to run this morning not sure of how his hip would hold up and he took off with some guys from the Weasel trail runners group. It's always amazing to me to see Dave run, he's so fluid and he barely runs, his fitness is so high in other regards and his running background so vast prior to the hip problems that when he does run, it's like he is running 30-40 miles per week steadily. He ran 10 miles yesterday, feeling good and the last couple of miles were with 2 really fast runners, he didn't look at the pace until checking the garmin later on, turns out they were running 6:15's! Amazing.
It was such a pleasure running with M.E., Mike and Jenn. We talked the entire way out into the icey wind. I started feeling my legs around the 9-10 mile mark, which I think is pretty normal for this kind of weather but was still holding a steady pace. M.E. asked me how I was holding up and I told her I was feeling the fatigue in my legs but I was still holding pace. Over the next few miles I lost the ability to chat, had to concentrate and no wonder, when I look at the garmin splits I was still holding 9's but my HR was creeping up into the high 160s (yes, too high for the workload) but I pushed on, doing to countdown in my head of the miles left, doing the "hold this pace until you reach the corner" tricks. A few pushes from M.E. to latch me back into the group. Hit mile 13.5 and the wheels came off. BONKED. It's not marathon training for me unless I get
one good bonk in and I hit the wall HARD. HR 170 at a 10:18 pace, hahahahaha still makes me laugh. Most days I could practically walk and be doing a 10:18. Nothing like a good bonk. I told me buddies to go, at 170 bpm I was cooked. I walked for 2-3 minutes, got my HR back down to 140 (walking!!!!) and then began to run again. Finished up runing 9:45's, ended up averaging 9:27's for the entire run, not bad. If I passed anyone on the way back to the brew and did not say hello, I apologize, I was just completely and totally out of it. M.E. told Dave to bring the sag wagon back for me in case I was walking the 1.5 miles back in the freezing temps but I was right at the brew house when I saw him. 14.7 miles done. I figured that was close enough to 15 with the bonk and I am working on trying not to get caught up in numbers (although knowing myself when I run tomorrow I will do 5.3 easy instead of 5...such is the OCD). The bonk doesn't bother me, I kind of expected it with little to no food on friday and being dehydrated from the virus. I knew I was, I actually took 2 endurolytes prior to running because I was having cramping in my legs before the long run. It worked- in retrospect I probably should have run the 12 with the group on pace and finished the last 3 to 15 as a slog by my lonesome, but oh well, it's done. I just regret not being able to finish with my group and I regret big time being dehydrated going into the run because I missed out on the free beer at the end, and Bluepoint Brewery makes some really good beer! Instead, I downed a sugary hot chocolate and inhaled a piece of hero before Dave and I had to skedaddle for Van's kiddie birthday party at 1:30. Truly fun, nothing like sharing miserable running conditions with good friends. Next up: CP half marathon and no bonking!