I prepared well for today’s run. Hydrated, glided and I even wore the stupid fuel belt. I also downloaded Jesse Cook’s new CD Frontiers to my shuffle to have a few new tunes. (Anyone who can play the guitar like that deserves a little HRMS. The man is amazing.)
The first three miles my legs felt like tree stumps, but it wasn’t long until my body fell into a rhythm and my mind was able to occupy itself with thoughts other than how wretchedly hot and humid it was. My goal was twelve miles but I stopped at 10.26 because my feet were starting to blister from being so stinking sweaty. I won’t go into the gory details but anyone who’s read my blog for any length of time knows that an obligatory blister picture is coming up right about now. I reckon this is technically an “almost” blister picture. I think I’ll live.
But now for the good part – I ran today’s 10.26 miles at an 11:12 pace. Slow, but my best pace for Chicago training so far. Yes, I know I do need to get some more miles in on those long run days. But you know what? I’m going to be okay in Chicago. Not that I was worried or anything. So, just for good measure, here’s a really sweaty picture of me after my run because I’m not a big sweater and I like to brag when I am. Go Sweaty Me Who Felt Like A Real Runner For The First Time In A Long Time!