I Completed My Final Ever Long Slow Run Of 2013. I’m Ready For The Vegas Marathon!
I didn’t have high hopes going into today’s run. Last week’s 14.7 miler was a painful experience and if anything I was expecting this one to hurt even more as I’d recorded ten miles on Friday night and Saturday afternoon.
I started the run at a very easy pace and didn’t bother checking my watch much. I ran based on perceived level of exertion and tried not to worry about distance.
All I was concerned about was making the present moment bearable.
For the first half a mile the running was far from fun. I put 5 Isogels into the back pocket of my Karrimor shorts. The packets made the ass sag badly and I was constantly pulling them back up. I decided enough was enough and opted to carry them in my hands along with my drink.
Running into the darkness.
I ran into difficulties when I started running up the rural back road. I expected there to be a few street lights on that stretch but there wasn’t any at all. The further I got up the road the more I knew that I was gonna find it challenging to make it back down home without being in complete darkness.
I started sprinting at the downhill stretch and recorded an 8:46 in mile 8.
I was surfing on adrenaline. I could either just stop and accept that the countryside was my new home or keep clinging to the brief slither of light in the sky whilst it still remained visible.
Occasionally a car would come along and the headlights would allow me to see where I was on the road. I had to switch to the other side each time this happened as I wasn’t wearing any reflective gear.
There’s fucking no chance they would have seen me.
Home town lights a-glowing.
All light had gone from the sky long before I hit mile 13.
I could barely see the central markings of the road anymore. I came to the point of the route with the sharp corner turns and was fucking terrified that I was gonna run off the hill.
Then I saw it. Lights from across Belfast Lough lit up the sky. I could finally see my feet again.
I was so fucking relieved to have made it down without dying. It was such a stupid thing to go out without a head lamp or reflective gear on and I was expecting to pay the price for my idiocy.
But I survived.
I ran for 18.1 miles altogether, which adds up to 38.2 miles for the weekend.
The best thing about the run was that it was my first 18 miler where I knew I could have continued on afterwards. Usually I’m totally fucked after running that distance, but not tonight.
This is my final marathon long run of 2013 and it was my best long run ever. There’s a chance that I’ll better my Dublin Marathon time next Sunday but I’m not that fussed about it.
I honestly just want a bit of a break and to have fun again!
I go to Vegas on Wednesday and will be reporting on my food choices and workouts from Nevada. I plan to do a few short runs on the Southside of the Strip and to become one of those awful tedious bastards who takes photos of everything that eat.
It will make for a change of pace on the blog because at the moment I’m bored of how I write.
I’m tremendously excited about the trip. It will me good to eat like a badger for 10 nights.