Weekly Miles: Post-Run Stoned

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Me drinking happy hour gin mules. No idea why I was making such a silly face.

My most notable run this week was my long run (16 miles) on Sunday, as I was a delirious mess afterwards—like a box of melted crayons. However, in an effort to be all-inclusive I have provided a summary of the past five days below.

Saturday: I had scheduled 8 miles. However, I also was completely out of clean clothes, towels and sheets, and thus had about 6 loads of laundry to do. In an effort to make the most of my time, I headed out for four miles, returned home to switch out laundry and then out the door I went for a second four.

During my second four miles, I paused at a stoplight with .42 miles left. When I started again my hip had a spasm and the muscle became intolerable to run on. That hip had been sensitive the previous few days so I wasn’t necessarily surprised—but I sure as hell was pissed. I limped home, iced and stretched the hip, and then went out for a couple happy hour mules.

Sunday: I woke up at 8 AM on Sunday feeling spry and awake. I started my 16 miles just after 10 AM at my friend Ian’s house and ran up the 101 for five miles before heading back. After 10 miles I met up with Ian back at his house and he joined me for the last six miles. I averaged just over a 10:00 pace, not letting myself speed up because I wanted to take it easy on my hip and also because I was worried about the heat.

Did I mention it was hot out? And by hot, I mean in the low 80s. There wasn’t a cloud wisp in the sky. I clearly hadn’t hydrated enough and the last three miles I became dreadfully desperate for water. Upon arriving back at Ian’s I chugged half a glass of orange juice and three glasses of water, but my thirst was insatiable. Honestly, everything an hour after that is a bit of a blur.

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At the beach after my 16-miler. Too tired to sit up and take a decent picture!

This is what I remember:

I grabbed an ice pack for my hip and went out on the porch to lie down. At one point, as I was sprawled out on the porch Ian hosed me down like a dog to cool me off. After icing and stretching, I suddenly felt starved and became giggly. I kept misplacing my post-run turkey avocado sandwich, which led to more giggling and then also some rambling. From an outside perspective I must have looked stoned. I wasn’t seeing any pink elephants, but I definitely felt stoned. I capped the day off with four hours of napping, playing soccer, eating and chatting at the beach.

In the end, I guess I learned my lesson about proper long run hydration!

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Monday night run snap.

Monday: Beautiful five easy miles by the water. It didn’t feel like I had run 16 the previous day and I averaged a comfortable 8:47 pace.

Tuesday: Yasso800s! Initially I was worried because my legs felt dead during the first 800 I did. I thought—oh hell no, this is going to be hard bout. Luckily, that first 800 shook my legs awake the remaining intervals were flawless. The first five 800s I ran in 3:25 and the final 800 I run in just under 3:20.

Wednesday: Easy eight during my lunch break with an average 8:39 pace. The run went just as planned and I can’t say there was anything special to chat about.


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