Today was my Sunday long run. I love the long run because, in theory, you are supposed to take the speed a bit slower, makes for a more relaxing experience. Just out for a few hours of casual convo w/ the posse right?
Today's run, however, wasn't exactly relaxing.
For starters, I had a mild panic attack before the run when IronJ, a runner who is never late and had confirmed yesterday, didn't show. It's out of character, and I texted and phoned... no answer. At that point, I worried she was in the wrong start location due to a clerical error on my part.
3L was on time though, and after waiting 5 minutes for IronJ we hit the road. We were going to go a nice easy pace. Um. Well, we'll just go with, "We suck at that."
The foot started hurting at mile .4... No, that's a little un-truth. The foot started aching at step 1. It started hurting at mile .4
At mile 3ish, out of total randomness that comes from living in a small city, we ran into SpeeDee and MCM and that was a fun diversion. They're two HCB runners, and SpeeDee made me laugh so hard I thought I was going to cry. SpeeDee, I love you. And, um, you need to do a review of those running tights... I'm just sayin'.
We ran with them until they turned, seeing no reason to veer off their course & away from their (hilarious) company, then adjusted our route and got back on track. All the way up until the road we were running on was closed.
Mentally I was just trying to hold it together as I felt marathon sized fears of the worst taking over because my foot was in a lot of pain.
Adjusted route again, and back up the hill, and back up the next hill... and gosh i didn't notice we were running down hill the entire first 5 miles, but apparently we were.
At some point on this run I thought to myself "3L is a very wise woman. I feel very lucky to have her in my life".
At mile 9ish we saw a runner who looked a lot like Q... but to be honest, my mental strength was fading and I could barely get out a wave in time.
I was concentrating on form, and making sure my foot landed square on each step. It didn't help with the pain, but then, I don't think anything was going to help except to sit down and ice it.
At mile 9.55 we were supposed to pick up another runner, Art, but ~sigh~ she was at the wrong location. So we kept going to add our 3.45 miles to make 13.
We pushed through to mile 11... at that point I called parcheesi - we finished at 12 miles.
Art met us at the finish, and a cup of coffee later we were all feeling a little less freaked out about the whole missed meet up "thing". I was afraid to set my foot on the ground when we got up to leave. It didn't hurt though. It ONLY hurts when I run. My quads, however, they hurt... plenty.
Tomorrow I rest.
And I hope that tomorrow's holiday will allow enough time for me to sit down and write up a little bit about my first week of school. I'm sorry, for you long time blog readers, SRG is not in any of my classes, but we have new entertainment - Thing1 and Thing2, two very (very) young and cute boys ARE in my BIO class, and they are most definitely blog worthy.