With Snowpocalyse 2010 on my heels, I wasn’t so sure what my game plan would be for running this weekend. I had hoped to do my fifteen mile long run on Saturday, but just one glimpse at the pictures and you would see why I scratched that idea. Digging my car out of the snow was a good enough workout…my forearms were sore this morning! The next great idea was to move my long run to Sunday, but with the most I’ve ever run before work being 14 miles, I wasn’t sure how it would go. Tired legs can be trouble when you’re a nurse! The roads were still bad when I drove home from work Saturday night, so I didn’t know what the roads would be like, and fifteen miles on a slushy mess didn’t sound like fun. Since training plans are more of suggestions than regiments, I decided to switch my runs around for the week and do eight miles this morning and do the fifteen on my day off on Tuesday, when I would presume the roads would be clearer.
So with that plan in mind, I Under Armour-ed up and headed out into the cold! I had an eight mile route in mind, and the first two miles were terrible. I kept thinking about what a terrible run this was going to be and how long it was going to feel. About two miles later, that feeling had past and I felt amazing! Not sure if I finally warmed up or what, but my run went from the worst ever to great. At about mile 4.75 (going downhill with the wind at my back…), I decided that I would do fifteen miles today instead of eight. It seemed like a good idea, and I could extend my current route into ten miles, where I would loop back by my house, grab some water and maybe something to eat if I wanted, and then do another five miles. Sounded like a great plan.
Except I didn’t really feel like heading back when I hit the eight mile mark, so I turned to add on a loop instead of running past my house. I figured I could stop and eat some snow if I needed to. Still chugging long, I kept waiting for my legs to die or to really need something to drink, but I didn’t! Since I hadn’t planned on doing 15 miles, I didn’t have any fuel or water on me, and I did fine without it. It was one of those runs where I felt like I could run forever, which is surprising with how terrible it started and how the roads were!
The roads…oh the roads. While I applaud my town for its attempts to clear the roads, everywhere still had at least an inch or so of packed snow and slush. I spent a lot of time running down the middle of the road which was clear from the cars driving on it. That being said, I would hug the side of the road when cars went by and they still almost hit me! If they didn’t hit me, they covered me in road slush. Thanks, drivers.
I passed a lady who was shoveling her driveway, and she yelled to me, “Well, you’re certainly ambitious!” I failed to mention that I was on mile eight of fifteen…haha.
by the numbers
Sunday, February 7
15.12 miles in 1:55:44, avg pace of 7:39
Splits: 7:50, 7:54, 8:12, 7:40, 7:34, 7:43, 7:32, 7:45, 7:37, 7:51, 7:32, 7:38, 7:33, 7:23, 7:25, 0:28 (7:25 pace)
Take that, Snowpocalypse!!
8: Miles I planned to run.
15: Miles I did run.
12: Cars that almost hit me.
3: Cars that covered me in road slush.
1: Other runner that I spotted.
4: Plow truck drivers who must have thought I was crazy when they saw me three times.
Overall, I’d say I’ll take it.