Today was the rescheduled 8-miler. Together with two others we head out at 7:30 this morning to do our run. I thought we understood the turnaround point ... which was important because one of us was quite a bit faster than the other two. I was wrong. We saw Gina, the faster one, pass the turnaround point and keep running. And running. And running. She was too far ahead for us to call her. We figured we knew where she was going so we kept running too. We ended up running 9 miles instead of the suggested 8, and still had a way to walk back to the car. If we kept running, we would likely have clocked around 10.
This is good and bad. I was really tired heading out. Not only has Brooke woken up an hour earlier both this morning and yesterday morning, but I really did not properly fuel yesterday. I didnt eat right and didnt even have dinner (unless you count chocolate covered almonds as dinner, which I generally do, but most dont). Each mile was challenging and I was sure I wasnt going to make 8. I intended to push myself to the turn-around and head back, but then possibly stop and walk back to the car. I was sluggish and even felt dizzy during the first few miles. But then, Gina was so far ahead she couldnt hear us. And I certainly wasnt going to get much faster to try to catch her. Instead, I kept running and clocked 9 miles when I was thinking I'd only do 6 or 7.
A few hours later I am actually a bit sore. And I'm still tired. And I still am eating garbage. But, at least I got my run in ... and an extra mile to boost ;)
Time:1:35:38   Distance:9.01mi   Pace:10:37
Splits were all over the place today and I think for good reason. In the beginning I was feeling a bit slow/sluggish and it wasw about mile 3 when I started slowing down. I sucked it up for a bit in mile 4 because we spent much of it talking about the turn-around point ... which would have been at mile 5.5. Mile 5 was faster because we tried to catch Gina, knowing that she wasnt going to (and then didnt) turn at the right bridge. After we realized there was no hope and we would be running more than 8 we got back to a pretty normal pace and finished it up.
It turned out to be a good run. Finishing up I felt better than I did in the start, which is generally how I run anyway. I fight it for a few miles and then finally get into the flow.
This week Chicago is expecting some snow. It will be interesting to see how I can squeeze in my weekly runs and battle some elements in the next few days!