A 17 Mile Long Slow Distance Run And More Bleeding Nipple Problems In Marathon Training.
So today I ran into Belfast for the first time since my 19.2 mile long slow run in April 2012.
I must admit I felt like I was cheating for most of the run as for the first 12 miles I had the wind at my back.
I had the urge to deviate from my plan to and jog back home into the wind instead. I prefer out and back long runs as it means that you spend half of it running into the wind and the other running with it at your back.
To me running with the wind at your back for most of the run just doesn’t seem right.
The Duncrue Industrial Estate Nightmare Relived
The worst bit of the run was my venture through Duncrue Industrial Estate in Belfast, which is the most depressing place on the planet.
It’s like something out of the cold war. There’s never anyone about the place yet it seems like you’re being watched.
I don’t understand why the Belfast Marathon still goes through there, especially as it marks the 20 mile spot of the marathon.
The place would make even the elites hit the wall out of sheer catatonic dispair.
Aside from Duncrue the run went smoothly other than receiving some abuse/encouragement from an alcoholic outside the Buffer McMahon’s bar in Sailortown (it was difficult to gauge the person’s gender let alone their intent and I wasn’t waiting around to find out. It was Sailortown after all.).
I completed the 17 mile run in 2 hours and 53 minutes. I would have been happy with 16 miles, so I’m over the moon with this.
This is the strongest I’ve felt yet on a long run into Belfast. Usually I start panicing at 13 miles about the distance left to run. Today I focused on keeping it easy and not thinking about anything other than continuing steadily onwards.
I’ve now ran a 17 miler, a 15 miler and a 14 miler for Paris with 8 weeks to go. I can’t get complacent, but I know I’m the strongest position I’ve been in during marathon training.
More bleeding nipples blues.
I made proper precautions against nipple chaffing. I spent at least 5 minutes rolling Body Glide on it and still I came away with a bleeding left nip.
The Body Glide must have come off due to the rain as I spent at least 5 minutes applying it before I left this afternoon.
I didn’t realise that my nipple was slightly cut until I tried putting my Newcastle United top on after I’d made it home.
It’s ridiculous how such a small cut can hurt so damn much!
I had to open the door for the pizza delivery man whilst pulling the shirt away from my nipple, meaning that I had no hands free to actually take the fucking pizza off him. We stared at each other for a minute or two before I let go of my shirt to receive my dinner.
The answer to the bleeding nipple blues
I took fairweatherrunner‘s advice and applied Sudocreme liberally to the cut. It may have hurt like hell, but at least there’s a barrier between the wound and my clothes now.
And I can get some sleep!
The only thing I’m worried about is waking up tomorrow morning, staring at my bed sheets and wondering how and why I fell asleep eating a McFlurry when I didn’t make a trip to McDonalds.