My long run this weekend was to be 6 miles. I'll admit, I was a little nervous. 5 is the most I've run in months. The pains in my legs that I spent so much time getting rid of (via docs and therapists) is coming back.
I'm not worried, I know I can get rid of it again. I'm just not looking forward to all the deep tissue massages it's going to take. Man that crap hurts!!
So, I geared up and headed to one of the city trails that runs through town. The sky was looking really dark to the south, but there wasn't any wind, and temp was in the mid 20's (F). I turned on my Garmin, picked an audio book on my iPod and off I went.
We'd gotten snow recently....no more than an inch, max. But it was warm enough that it had started melting. The trail was covered in a cold slush.
I decided to take it very slow, and stick with my 2/1 run/walk ratio for the whole run. No need to push myself and make my legs worse....but with my first half marathon on the year coming up (May 1st), I NEED to get out there and get some miles in.
I saw two other people on the trail the entire time I was out. It's usually much busier. (I wasn't complaining.)
At exactly 1.43 miles into my run, I stepped in a puddle. A big puddle. A "completely fill my shoe and soak my foot and sock" puddle.
Holy hell that was cold! :-)
When I hit the 3 mile mark, I turned around and ran smack into a wall of wind.
Where the heck did that come from???
When will I start paying attention to the direction of the wind??
I guess never??
As I was drinking some fluids and stretching after the run I saw this sign......
What is the point of having a city with a conceal carry law....when you can't carry concealed anywhere??? Makes me wonder.
6 miles, 10:54 overall average pace