I took a deep breath, finished my
Now we've been having some fairly cool weather lately in the Queen City, but Mother Nature must have known that I would be doing my long run this morning... It was mid 70's when I started and well into the 80's when I finished (and my Florida blood has thickened, so lay off!). But no matter... I pushed 'play' on the Nike+ and off I went.
By mile 2, I was thinking to myself, 'hey- I feel pretty good. Maybe I can turn this 9 miler into a 10?' But then I remembered not to get too ahead of myself, the run was still young. By the time I got to my 9 mile turn-around, I had talked myself out of it. Oh well.
At about mile 6, I busted out a snack size Snickers Bar to calm my growling stomach (why, oh why do I seem to be the only person in the world who gets hungry while they run?). I'm not sure if the candy actually helped give me more energy, but it was a heavenly 30 seconds as I ate it (dare I say the best part of the run?). Washed it down with some red Gatorade (yum) and kept going.
By mile 7, I was exchanging obscenities with myself (from myself) and wondering what the heck I was thinking, signing up for a half marathon? My legs were tired, by knees achy, and my throat burning from hacking and gagging in air. And then, wouldn't you know, I ran into the UNCC Men's track team on the trail. It would have been all fine and dandy if they had been running in a pack, but nope. One coach was standing at mile two, and the other coach was standing at the beginning of the trail, and they were all running back and forth. And well, I'll be darned if I'm going to let a bunch of guys see me walking! Needless to say, my last two miles were my fastest.
How fast did I go, you ask? Well, I'm pretty sure after an hour and a half, my Nike+ flipped me the bird and called me a fatty, but I finished 9.77 miles in 1 hour and 46 minutes. For me, that's a respectable 10:55/mile pace. But for the real runners out there, that's just TDS/mile (too damn slow). According to my Nike+, I burned 1101 calories- that's almost an entire bag of potato chips! Or ten (sissy) beers. Maybe I'll strike a compromise and drink 5 beers and a half a bag of potato chips (what can I say? I am my father's daughter).
Tomorrow we're leaving to go to Jacksonville for the weekend, so no run on Saturday. Maybe I can squeeze a short 3 miler in tomorrow morning before we leave, but we'll have to wait and see if I can still walk.