Without hesitation, I ran 18 miles on Sunday and honestly, it wasn’t that bad. It was no different than any other hurdle I faced in the past, except that I wore my shnazzy SPIbelt with a sports bar tucked inside to refuel at the 13 mile mark. My pace was decent, but I didn’t try to set any new records with my time (3:39:30).
It certainly was an interesting run. Tiffany and I saw two doe, two deer, two female deer, which funny enough was followed by ray, a drop of golden sun as we ran into the sunrise. This led to me, a name I call myself, and Tiffany singing “Do-Re-Mi“. We’ll do whatever it takes to make it through, because we certainly had far, a long, long way to run. (Thanks for the inspiration, Tiffany.)
Then, after our first water break after a 5 mile run, a fast walking gentleman passed us and made a comment about our water bottles. “So, you’re the ones with the bottles?”
“Yes, it’s us and we need to rehydrate”, I replied in a sing-song voice.
Then, I looked at Tiffany with a puzzling look. “Is he the one who pinched our bottles a few weeks back? Do you think he’ll return them since he knows it’s us?”
I really do miss my 12 oz. lovely ergonomic sports bottle. *sigh*
Along with my usual running, this week’s plan also includes a hunt to find new shoes. My once new shoes are now shot and I am beginning to feel that familiar pain in my knees. Hopefully, I can find a reasonably priced pair this week. I need to break in a pair in the next few weeks before I can even think about running in new shoes in a marathon.