It's amazing how life interferes with blogging. Had a great weekend in Chico for the Bidwell Classic (race report is coming, sometime this week, lame lame), got home and had somewhat unexpected house guests for a couple of days, and today I'm off to Marin for work. In the middle of all that, I managed to get my photos together from the race, but that's about it. More to come!
Meanwhile, yesterday I busted out my longest run yet . . . I ran the last half (plus some) of the Reno Marathon route that I'll be running in May, for a total of 16 miles. Running along a bike path, through Reno and Sparks along the Truckee River, it was pretty flat and scenic. I saw everything from casinos to lots of homeless people, a big ol' mental hospital, lovely river scenes, the end of the bike path which devolved into dirt, and then ultimately turned around at mile 7.75 by a train trestle (which I considered crossing -- it was really short -- but during said consideration I actually fell over for almost no apparent reason, and thus decided to run a little loop to make up the half mile, as opposed to tackling the live train trestle over the rushing river waters in all my klutzy glory).
I was "supposed" to run this at about a 12:00/min/mile pace, which I did for the first two miles. As I settled in, 12:30 felt a lot more comfortable, so I hung out around there for the rest of the run. I felt really good and strong until about mile 11.5, where my legs started saying Whaaa??? I still held on around 12:30 until the beginning of mile 13 or so, and then everything just kinda dropped down to 13+ miles. As it all turned out, I ran 15.8 miles in about 3:20, which left me with an average pace of 12:38. I was definitely in the groove for most of the run and feel really happy about my time, but have some lingering questions, like Holy Shit how am I gonna run 26? and the .2?!? I'm sure as I build up more endurance this'll get easier, but 16 was pretty darn hard, or at least the last 4 of it was.
I drove home, had a shower, popped my legs into some Recovery Socks and went out and had a nice dinner. I dunno if it's the socks or what, but today I am virtually pain-free, with no real evidence (outside of a little chafing) that yesterday I ran such a long distance. Either I'm getting more used to these longer distances, or tomorrow I'm gonna be one sore puppy.