Six more weeks exactly until Boston! Yesterday I got in my second 20-miler of this training cycle. It rained in the early morning but I knew it was going to be a good run when the rain stopped the second I stepped out my door at 7:15 a.m. Perfect running weather — dry, overcast, and 61 degrees for the entire run.
Distance: 20 miles plus a quarter-mile cool down walk
Time: 3 hours, 20 minutes plus 6 minutes of cool down walk
Pace: average 10:00 minutes per mile (6 miles per hour) not counting water stops and stoplights
Water stops: three (one at a park, one at a high school, and one at an elementary school)
Ounces of sports drink consumed: approximately 75 ounces (about half a gallon plus 1.25 cups)
Other runners I saw: 3 total, but not any until about mile 18.5! And then two of them passed me and I was a little bummed and kind of wanted to say, “But I’ve already done 18.5 miles!” Silly I know, a training run isn’t a race. Actually I hoped they’d stop and tell me what they were training for because I often see this woman running in the morning and I know she’s got to be training for a marathon. But she had her earbuds in and I didn’t want to shout after her.
Animals I saw: 4 — 2 very healthy coyotes who were more scared of me than I was of them, one rabbit, and one tiny snake.
Calories burned: approximately 2,434 according to MapMyRun.
Calories consumed in the form of powdered Gatorade: approximately 360.
Memorials I saw to cyclists and motorists killed on the route: 3 😦
Elevation gain: 1,266 feet
Times I thought about Boston while running: eleventy billion
Number of podcasts I listened to: 3 (Another Mother Runner, Runners Connect, Run Buzz Radio)
Number of cities I ran through: 5
Number of donut shops I passed and had to resist stopping in for a maple bar: 2. I’m not kidding. I had $5 in emergency money in my running pack.
Mile at which it started to get pretty difficult to keep running: 16
Mile at which I really wanted to be done: 18.5. That’s when my husband and 13-year-old passed me in their car on the way to a tennis match, and I wished they could have scooped me up and driven me home. My husband reports that I looked hunchbacked at that point (a sure sign of my being tired). But of course I’m really happy I kept going and finished strong.
What’s your favorite donut? What’s your favorite podcast or other choice to listen to?