Just like the trappers of yore, I explored the Sante Fe Trail today. Ten miles of it, anyway. Of course I forgot the brand new camera I was going to take along, so no pictures. But if you want pictures, read Winnie the Pooh.
Cutting to the chase, I ran 19 miles in 3 hours and 41 minutes. I continue to be solidly on pace to finish my marathon in 5 hours-though my pace began deteriorating badly the last five miles.
I enjoyed a 400 foot elevation change each way. The altitude was just over 6000 feet and I didn't feel it until right at mile ten. My new Garmin 501 kicks ass all over the place. My average pace was 11:37
Last weekend I achieved only one bloody nipple and this week I've toughened them up completely. No blood coming out of my boobs. Which was disappointing because my mother in law loves gross stuff. Other than a little chafing under my arm, it was a pretty unscathed event.
The last five miles were pretty tough and I started walking at mile 15. I drank the rest of my tropical gatorade (can't recommend, I'm a green gatorade man), and thought to myself, do I really want to walk another five miles? So I decided to fall back on an old trick and ran for one minute and walked for one minute. I'd drop the pace to about 14 minute miles and then rev up to 9:30 miles. Overall I maintained a pretty strong pace, though the idea of doing that for another 11 miles were that to occur at the marathon, is not a good prospect. I'm hoping having to walk was more an altitude issue than an overall fitness issue. I ran 18 miles last week without stopping, and while it wasn't easy, I felt I could have maintained it for a few more miles anyway.
So now I've had my hot bubble bath, I'll soon eat my wendy's lunch and then it's off to relax the day away with the family.
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Sounds gorgeous. You are fast. But isn't it supposed to be an ice bath after, not a bubble bath?
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