During the week thanks to the fatigue that comes when your body is fighting an infection, I had only logged in 4 miles total. So today I thought “hey my weekly mileage is past 17 miles. I’ll just run a half marathon. I’ve run 12 miles before”
Famous last words, people. Famous last words.
I picked a route near the hospital that would give me quite a few miles so I wouldn’t repeat myself too many times. There were some hills, including a big monster. I used the Galloway method with 3 minute jogs with one minute of walking. I managed to go the big hill twice. The last three miles was nothing more than will. In fact, it was so bad that when my little nike ipod thing said you finished and I started walking, I was wondering if I was going to make it to my car.
I managed to do 13.11 miles. 2 hours 46 minutes. This averages out to a 12:41 mile per hour pace.
My legs are sore. My butt is sore. I’ve been stretching trying to avoid walking gimpy tomorrow but I’m not sure I will succeed.
We’ll have to wait until tomorrow.