Ok, actually it was 18 – but I’m calling it 20 (and maybe then some) in spirit. I’ll explain.
Because this run wiped. me. out.
::Passes out on the floor, then gets up and continues blogging::
I’ve been having AMAZING runs lately. I’ve been feeling totally strong, running faster than normal with the same effort. So, today I planned my 20 miler with plenty of juice and banana, snacks for afterward, enough water, hell I even brought salt. Everything should have been perfect, except for one little thing:
I was wearing an 8 pound backpack —— Does this seem smart to you?—— I had never worn a pack on a run before, so naturally I thought it would be best to try it out on a 20 mile run. ::Slaps forehead::
Runners, if you’ve never run with a backpack before, I’m going to say this with my fresh firsthand experience – 8 pounds on your back, swinging side to side a little, and up and down a lot, makes a BIG difference. My knees and ankles were killing me. I couldn’t seem to move forward easily, and it only dawned on me 3 miles into the run that the pack was swinging side to side (liquid in sports bottles helping perpetuate this motion), totally throwing off my running economy. I was out of breath at a 12 minute per mile pace, whereas I’m usually at that level of fatigue at a 10-10:15 pace.
So, to make myself feel better about whimping out and not going to 20, with those numbers stated above I’m going to make a pretend estimate according to my perceived exertion level. In reality I finished 18 miles at an average of 13.3 minutes per mile = 4 hours (including some walking). If I had been running without the backpack at the same exertion rate (meaning the 10-10:15 pace), I should have run the same 18 miles in around 3 hours. So add an additional hour of running and I would have come in at 23 miles!
Ha. Don’t you love my logic? So basically, I’m calling it 20 miles. :P So there. I’ve never actually hit the wall before, but I think I came pretty darn close today. My legs are aching and my joints are quite angry with me. Let’s hope nothing is hurt too bad.
I see an ice bath in my near future. Brrr. And some chili. And maybe a nap. Maybe not in that order…
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