You wouldn’t know it from this view, but today was a complete disaster.
Was it the bright shining sun? The time change? The stark difference in temperatures and humidity – even if far more favorable than what I’ve become accustomed to? I really don’t know what (if any) one thing led to the 3 hour and 15 minute torture session that took place today. Wait, that’s not entirely true. Miles 1 and 2 were pretty ok, it just went downhill steadily from there. But trust me, close to three hours of this run were pretty intolerable.
I followed the route my hometown friends had suggested, beginning at William Pond Park in Fair Oaks and heading toward Folsom. It was a lovely path and I felt very safe there. I must have seen hundreds of cyclists and a good several dozen other distance runners. There were a few families taking leisurely rides along the trails with kiddos in tow as well.
Thankfully I did not encounter any of these:
But, I’m not going to focus on the negative … I know, I know… you’re all thinking how unlike me that is, but the truth is, I’ve been riding a pretty decent streak for a while and I was due for a lousy run. Besides, I’m on vacation! So instead of telling you all about my ankles that were screaming from about mile six onward, and the pebbles that kept getting into my shoes, and how terribly, horribly exhausted I felt the entire time, I’m going to tell you about what got me through it. Namely food. Well, dreaming of food anyway.
I started out really looking forward to the Vanilla Bean GU I was going to get at mile 4. Once that was gone, I began longing for the Chocolate Outrage I was saving for mile 8. Then there were mad cravings for Pinkberry frozen yogurt which was one of the FIVE frozen yogurt places I passed on the way to the trail head. FIVE! I swear I’m living in the only part of the US that hasn’t been hit by the yogurt craze yet – what gives???
Anyway, after that it was a cheeseburger and a side summer salad with mandarin oranges. By mile 11 that cheeseburger had changed to a grilled chicken Panini with pesto. By mile 12 all I could think about was jumping in the river when I was done. Longest. Six. Miles. Of. My. Life.
My iPod saved my sanity today. As did imagining the phone calls I would make to my husband and my mom when I was finally done. Some versions of these envisioned conversations included tears, but I’m proud to say the realities did not. Instead I simply collapsed fully clothed into the river (mental note: for future running excursions along the river make sure to wear full-coverage skivvies) in a highly preferred alternative to my usual ice bath.
So what did I eat after my run? Roast beef on wheat with lettuce and tomato from the prepared sammy selection at the Safeway deli. Not exactly the high-end eats I was craving earlier, but by that time I was ravenous and in no mood to hunt down better options. And you know what? It was damn well good enough!
My beloved Brooks will never be the same. Good thing my new pair arrived in the mail the day before I left Maryland!
So what do you dream about when your run goes south?