A Simple Running Log

August 30, 2013

Training for 8/30/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 3:28 pm

I didn’t get up in time to run before work this morning, so I’ll do that when I get home this afternoon. Technically, today was supposed to be a rest day anyway, but since I took off Sunday when I should have done my long run, I threw off my whole schedule this week. Again.

Tomorrow morning, TK and I are running the Last Blast Prediction 5K in Rehoboth, which precedes the awards ceremony for the summer series. I’ve won my age group every year I’ve done this series, but this was the first year I got first-place age group finishes in all six races I ran to qualify, earning a total score of 6, the lowest score I could get:

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After the race, TK, Clark and I are going clamming with TK’s boyfriend, Parker. Except for Parker, neither of us have done this before, but it involves digging in mud, so I think it’ll be fun.

Sunday, I’d like to try that 17-miler again, and Monday I’ll do the strength training and short, easy run on the schedule. Other than that, my only plan for the long weekend at the moment is to get my hands on my first Punkin Ale of the year.

punkin bottles

This year, Dogfish Head released some special edition ceramic Punkin Ale growlers, for sale at the brewery and brewpub:

punkin growlers

I really wanted to get one, until someone finally asked how much they cost, and the answer was $169. Screw that! I’ll just get our boring old generic glass growler filled.

However, someone else posted a link to an eBay listing asking for $299 for one of those suckers. I guess they figure it’ll sell because Dogfish Head won’t ship them anywhere; you have to buy them in person. Maybe if that actually sells I should go buy a couple this weekend, just to resell them for some extra cash.

I also saw on Facebook this morning the Virginia Beach Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon organizers will once again have air conditioned charter buses parked on the course this Sunday, as “runner cooling stations.” Looks like they’re expecting this year’s race to be as hot and muggy as last year’s, so I’m really glad I’m not running it this time.

August 29, 2013

Training for 8/29/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 2:25 pm

This morning, I just had another middle distance easy run on the schedule.

I went out as soon as I’d fed Pepper. It wasn’t hot, but it was still on the humid side. I did an untimed lap around the 7.3-mile loop.

August 28, 2013

Training for 8/28/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 2:59 pm

This morning, I took my second crack at the half-mile intervals I skipped out on yesterday.

I felt pretty well rested when I went out to run, but I knew I was going to be slow anyway because it was so humid. Oh well, an off speed workout is better than none.

I did a mile at 8:52 pace to warm up, and then I sped up for the first of six half-mile intervals at 10K pace. It felt like an all-out effort, yet slow as molasses. Humidity is the worst.

I slogged through all six intervals, with a quarter-mile of rest in between each, and then did about two more miles easy for a cool down.

In all, I ran the 7.2-mile loop in 57:03, a 7:56 overall average pace. I was shooting for about 7:00/mile pace during the intervals. Actual paces were 7:14 (yowza), 6:59, 7:02, 6:53, 7:02 and 6:52. Kinda all over the place.

I was soaked head to toe when I got home. The cool shower felt really good after that one.

August 27, 2013

Training for 8/27/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 4:03 pm

Last night, by the time I did the grocery shopping at Walmart after work, got home, unloaded the car and changed into my running clothes, it was a little too late to get in all 8.5 miles. I don’t like running in the dark if I can avoid it, though I do have a headlamp that I’ll use when necessary.

I had just enough time before it got totally dark to do the 5.5-mile loop, bringing the day’s total to 14 miles instead of 17. I know the scheduled long run for this coming weekend is 13, so I’ll just try to get some sleep Saturday night this time and give the 17-miler another go Sunday morning. I would try to do it Saturday instead, but the Last Blast Prediction 5K, to finish off the summer series, is Saturday morning.

Last night’s run didn’t feel too bad, and I was hoping I’d be up for the speed workout I had scheduled for this morning. However, the next installment of my favorite guilty pleasure TV show premiered last night, “Teen Mom 3.” It was a two-hour episode, and it didn’t start until 10 p.m. I was really tired, but man I love those shows for some reason I can’t explain! I almost made it to the end. I think I fell asleep sometime in the final half hour.

I woke up on the couch around 1:30 a.m. and went to bed. Clark’s alarm started going off pretty early so he could work out this morning. I think he hit snooze three times before he finally rolled out of bed, which meant I woke up all over again every time the snooze alarm went off.

I was still really tired when I eventually got up to feed Pepper, but I stayed out of bed and got dressed anyway. I even programmed the Garmin to measure out six half-mile intervals for me, which I was going to try to run at 10K pace.

But, then I actually started running. The first mile always sucks, but it was especially sucky today. My legs felt heavy, and breathing felt like a chore. I didn’t even want to try the intervals today. I knew it would end badly. So I turned off the Garmin, and I made myself do an easy lap around the 4.5-mile loop, since I was already out there. I’ll try the intervals again tomorrow. There’s no trashy TV on tonight that I just can’t turn off, so maybe I’ll get some sleep.

August 26, 2013

Training for 8/26/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:07 pm

Saturday morning, I slept in for no real reason, other than it was Saturday morning. By the time I got around to thinking about going for my long run, it was late and I didn’t feel like doing it. So I just did the easy 8-miler that was scheduled for the next morning, and resolved to get up earlier Sunday and get the 17-miler done.

The rest of Saturday, I actually cleaned the house, which needed it really bad. That evening, we went out to dinner with a couple of friends, and then we all came back to our house to watch the Bristol race.

I didn’t sleep well at all Saturday night. I got a couple of hours, tops, but mostly I just tossed and turned. When Clark’s alarm went off at 4:45 a.m. so he could go surfing, he stepped out of bed and felt something weird on the floor. When he turned on the light, we discovered Pepper had, sometime during the night, gone completely insane and ripped his bed apart.

It was a pretty expensive dog bed. He got it for Christmas last year, and we put it right next to Clark’s side of the bed. Since then, Pepper’s maybe laid down in it a total of 10 times. Otherwise, he never seems to pay much attention to it. But for some reason, Pepper decided the bed had to die Saturday night. He ripped up the cover, pulled out the pillow inside and then ripped into it, sending stuffing flying everywhere.

Clark and I both just stared at it for a minute, and then I noticed Pepper. He definitely knew he’d done something very wrong, and he was already trying to back pedal haha. He was sitting, his back perfectly upright, with his ears back and a very serious look on his face. He was trying to look simultaneously sorry for destroying his bed, and so freaking cute we immediately forgot about it.

Yes, it worked. Damn manipulative dogs!

We all went back to bed after that, Pepper wedged between us so he could stare at us and make sure we still liked him. A couple hours later, Clark got up and went to the beach.

I was exhausted, but I still couldn’t sleep. I knew no long run was getting done that day. I thought maybe I’d try the strength training and short run that was on the schedule for today, since I’d be doing that long run today instead. But when I went upstairs after breakfast, I only got through some push-ups, ab exercises and invisible chair-sitting before I finally admitted I just had no energy while I was trying to lift. No weights, and no run.

I’d stayed home from the beach because my brother had invited me to go out on the boat that afternoon. I was seriously considering backing out and staying on the couch instead to try to get some more sleep, but it was a really nice day and besides, it’s the end of the summer, so how many more chances will we get?

I got to the marina at 1:30 p.m. I didn’t know who else was going out, but soon my little sister and mom showed up, followed by my cousin Corey and then Dave and Kasey, with the boat.

Corey brought with him two more skis we used to use, that had been in his dad’s barn. One was an O’Brien that I remembered liking, and the other was a Jobe that his dad had always preferred. I don’t think I’d ever tried the Jobe. Corey’s dad, my Uncle John, is by far the best slalom skier in our family, so I guess I just always assumed the Jobe was too advanced for me to handle or something. Or maybe it was just that while everything else on the boat is always common property, the Jobe seemed like it belonged only to Uncle John.

We got the boat rolling and headed out. It was an absolutely perfect day on the river. Clear, blue sky, warm but not too hot, and low humidity. There was also hardly a breeze, so the water was like glass, all the way up and down the river. Usually there are just a couple of particular spots that are smooth, depending on which way the wind is blowing, so to see nothing but smooth water is rare.

Dave asked who wanted to go out first, so I did. I took the O’Brien. It was definitely better than the other two skis we’d been using this summer, but it’s still kind of big and clunky.

When I came in, Mom said she was next. We asked her what she was going to ride, assuming she wanted to try the kneeboard. It turns out my mom knows how to slalom ski! I had no idea. She never mentioned it to me before yesterday, but apparently, way back in the day, she used to go out on the boat with my dad’s family, and she learned how to ski.

She couldn’t remember how long it’d been since she’d skied, but my older sister is 34, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been since before she was born. Mom didn’t quite get up on the ski, and decided she’d had enough of trying after four pulls, but I thought it was pretty cool to see her out there.

I think Corey went out next, on the wakeboard. It took him a few pulls to get up, but once he did, he immediately went for the big air coming off the wake. He pulled off a couple of landings, but he also had a couple of pretty spectacular wipeouts haha.

Then Dave went out, on the Jobe.  He’s not as smooth as Uncle John always was, but he was cutting back and forth across the wake pretty well. When he got back in the boat, he was gushing about what a great ski it is.

So of course I had to try it. I went out again, this time with the Jobe. It took me two pulls to get up on it, but my brother was right — that is absolutely the best ski we’ve got. No wonder my uncle always used it. It just turned so easy! I stayed out on it until I felt like my legs were going to buckle. It was awesome.

I think after that was when we decided to pull the boat up to a little beach along the river and just hang out for a bit. When we got back in, the boat wouldn’t start. Just like old times haha. Dave found the problem, which he said was related to the battery cable, and he got it going again. Perfect day not ruined by having to paddle all the way back to the marina.

Dave and Kasey went out on kneeboards. Dave was standing up on his, then jumping the wake and finally doing a bunch of 360s, which was what led to his wipeout. He lost his sunglasses, and then when Corey slowed the boat so we could pick up Dave, Kasey’s board did a nosedive and she did a face plant. They were both having fun up until that point.

Corey wanted to try the Jobe next. After several failed attempts to get up on it, he said he’s a little bigger than he was the last time he rode it, and asked for the O’Brien. He got right up on that one, and then let go of the rope about 90 seconds later because he said his arms were already worn out.

We dropped off Mom and Julie at the marina; Julie’s first day of her junior year of college is today, so she wanted to get to Salisbury last night. The rest of us went back out. Dave and I both skied one more time — on the Jobe, of course — and Kasey rode the kneeboard again.

We finished off the day by going up to Suicide and getting some drinks to go. We took our time cruising back to the marina, loaded up the boat and went home.

I was so glad I didn’t bail on the boat yesterday! It was a perfect day for it. And it turns out, yesterday was also Uncle Lee’s birthday. I’d like to think he had something to do with that weather — and the scare when the boat wouldn’t restart haha.

This morning, I wasn’t too sore when I woke up, which was a good thing, because, once again, I have to split up my long run around a work day. I can’t keep doing this!

I did a lap around an 8.5-mile loop this morning, which I’ll repeat tonight to get in all 17 miles. Tomorrow, I have an interval workout scheduled, but I can’t put it off until the evening, since I have a late assignment. That’ll be 24.5 miles in about a 24-hour span. I hope my legs are up for it.

Oh, one last thing — this morning, we woke up and found out Pepper had attacked what was left of his bed stuffing again last night. This picture sums up what he thought of our effort to make him sleep in his own bed and stop taking up ours:

shredded bed

Smug little jerk. He’s lucky he’s so cute.

August 23, 2013

Training for 8/23/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 6:54 pm

Today was a rest day. I thought about getting out of the way the easy 8-miler scheduled for one day this weekend, but after yesterday’s craptastic run, I decided to just stick with doing nothing.

Tomorrow, I’m doing a 17-mile long run, and then I’ll do the 8-miler Sunday. Other than running, I don’t have any solid plans for the weekend.

August 22, 2013

Training for 8/22/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:29 pm

Last night, I didn’t do all my strength training. I did do ab exercises, some push-ups and invisible chair-sitting, but I just didn’t feel like going upstairs to lift.

Clark had gone shopping after work for what he’s going to wear to his brother’s wedding next month. When he got home after 10 p.m., he broke out a bottle of Dogfish Head Red & White that’s been in the fridge for a couple of weeks. We emptied that and moved on to the bottle of Black & Blue.

I was still wide awake at midnight, so I sent my brother a happy birthday text at 12:01 a.m. Clark had fallen asleep on the couch at that point, so I took his beer out of his hand and finished it for him, after I’d finished my own.

I don’t know what time I fell asleep too, but it was pretty late. I woke up on the couch at 5 a.m. and went to bed. It was much later in the morning when I finally got out of bed to eat breakfast and run. Since it’s gotten warm and very humid here again, that was a bad thing.

Between the beer, the weather and not getting enough sleep, I just felt like crap from the first step today. I was supposed to do another 40-minute tempo run, but I felt so sapped during the warm up mile I figured just getting in the mileage would be impressive enough.

At least it rained on me a little bit the first half of the run, but around mile 4, it stopped. Then the sun came out, which is when it really started to suck. I also had to stop twice in the woods to go to the bathroom — and felt like I had to go to the bathroom pretty much the whole run — but I saw that coming.

Somehow, I got through the whole 8.2-mile loop. I was so glad to be done! Of course, I had to go right to the bathroom again as soon as I went inside. I still don’t feel completely normal now, but I feel a lot better.

August 21, 2013

Training for 8/21/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:10 pm

Last night, I did the 3-miler at goal marathon pace that I was supposed to do in the morning but didn’t.

I wore the Garmin for accuracy. I never looked at the pace until I was done though. I’d run 3 miles in 23:12, and the three miles’ splits were, in order, 8:00 (perfect), 7:39 (too fast) and 7:33 (too faster.) Perhaps I should look at the Garmin every now and then. The point of the pace runs is to know what the goal pace feels like, so you don’t go flying at the start and blow the rest of the race.

It’s warm and muggy here again, and I’d waited until close enough to sunset to run that I came home drenched in sweat and coated in tiny bugs. I got in a cold shower to cool off and wash away all the bugs. Those unending swarms are one thing I will never ever miss about summer, even on the coldest day in winter.

This morning, I had strength training and an easy run on the schedule, which increased today from 3 to 4 miles. I didn’t bother with the strength training — I’ll do that tonight — but I thought it was a cool enough morning Pepper could run with me, something he hasn’t done in more than two weeks.

He took half of his giant stick with him. It wasn’t a hot morning, but it was really humid again, and he was foaming at the mouth and breathing heavy because of that damn stick in no time. About a half-mile down the road, he slowed to a walk in the grass on the side of the road, plopped down and started chewing on his stick. When I yanked on his leash to get him moving, he gave me a very disinterested glance before going back to his stick. The second time I pulled on it, he grudgingly got moving again.

About another half-mile farther, Pepper was rolling right along, until I heard clicking behind me and turned around to see a strange dog following us. It looked like some kind of Rottweiler mix, a young one. It was friendly enough, but of course Pepper was completely freaked out at first. Eventually, Pepper went into his default mode of ignoring the other dog, which just kept following us, weaving back and forth across the road.

Not much farther down the road, a small SUV came to a stop right after it passed us, and the woman driving it opened her door, like she wanted the dog, which wasn’t wearing a collar, to get in. I said, “Is that your dog?” It was just a simple question; I figured even if it wasn’t, she must have known whose it was and she could take it home. But she didn’t say anything, quickly shut the door and took off. I think I almost saw what happened to my family’s golden retriever when I was little. Max was another friendly dog who just disappeared one day.

Anyway, our new little friend followed us for about another mile before he got bored and wandered off again. The last 2.5 miles of the 4.5-mile loop were uneventful, and Pepper got some ice cubes and a treat when we got home.

August 20, 2013

Training for 8/20/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 6:46 pm

Last night, as soon as I got home from work, I changed my clothes and went out to finish my long run.

It was overcast and muggy. I kept hoping it would rain on me, but no such luck. I did an uneventful lap around the 5.5-mile loop, bringing the day’s total to 16 miles. Finally have that one done!

I was almost back to my house when I felt my iPod slide down the back of my right leg again. I wasn’t wearing the same shorts that had the hole in the key pocket last week. It turns out I now have two pairs of shorts with a hole in the key pocket. Annoying!

This morning, all I had on the schedule was a 3-miler at goal marathon pace. However, I had to be at an early thing for work, and I didn’t feel like running another three miles just yet anyway, so I pushed it back to tonight.

August 19, 2013

Training for 8/19/13

Filed under: Uncategorized — aschmid3 @ 5:41 pm

Saturday morning, I ran the Run for the Paws 5K in Dewey Beach.

I didn’t have any goals for the race going into it, other than hanging out with my friend Jen at The Starboard, which was hosting the post-race party. The summer series wrapped up for good two weeks ago, so there wasn’t even any incentive to care where I placed in my age group. It was completely no-pressure, which was nice.

I got to Dewey Beach more than a half hour before the 8 a.m. start. I finally found parking; I was close to the start/finish line, but a good half-mile from The Starboard, which was also hosting packet pick-up before the race. I walked over, got my bib and event shirt, walked back to the truck, got ready for the race and took off for a short warm-up.

I really had to pee, and was hoping to spot a port-o-potty somewhere on my warm-up, but I didn’t have any luck. I was almost back to the start line when I saw Jen. She was hoping to PR. We wished each other luck and squeezed into the crowd of runners. My bladder was just going to have to wait. Luckily, it’s a hundred times more patient than my GI tract.

While we were waiting, a younger girl asked me what pace I was going to run. I just shrugged and said probably something under 7:00/mile. She said she’s going into her senior cross country season in high school, and her coach wanted her to run a road 5K, just to see where she’s at. She was aiming for under 21 minutes. I laughed and said I run under 21 on a good day, so she’d probably be way ahead of me.

They got us going right around the advertised start. It was pretty crowded at the beginning; the road was narrow and then we had to make a left turn onto the shoulder of the main highway about a 10th of a mile later. We made another immediate left back onto a residential street, and things started to space out after that.

The course was an out-and-back, with a ton of turns. I passed the first mile marker in 6:40. A half mile later, I made the U-turn at the halfway point, and saw Jen not long after that on my way back. I couldn’t tell by her face if she was on PR pace or not, but she looked good!

Mile 2 went by at 13:32, a 6:52 second mile. People keep telling me to wear the Garmin in a race so I’ll see I have to pick up my pace in that second mile, but I just don’t want to!

Soon we were passing the half-mile point, where the 1-mile dog walk participants turned around. It looked like most of them had just gotten there when I came through. They were staying to the right, however, while the runners stuck to the left, so they weren’t getting in anyone’s way.

This is also where a guy was taking pictures on his phone to post to the race director’s Facebook page. Here’s me:

2013 run for the paws 5k mile 2.5

And here’s Jen, who’s not from around here and isn’t used to seeing a guy standing in the middle of the road taking pictures with his phone of strangers running a race — hence the “WTF??” look on her face haha!

jen mile 2.5

Last year, when I ran the first half of the Rehoboth half marathon with Erin, who’s also not from around here, she was completely weirded out by another guy taking pictures — also for the Facebook page — while he was running of other runners going the other direction after we made a U-turn. I assured her it was completely innocent.

Anyway, back to my race. I saw that cross country runner ahead of me. She was too far ahead to catch, but it looked like she was going to make her sub-21 goal.

I made those last two turns before hitting the final stretch home. That’s where this picture was taken, right before the 3-mile marker:

2013 race for the paws 5K finish

Who smiles at the end of a 5K?

I think I passed the third marker in 20:32, a 7:00 third mile. No wonder I was smiling — I was hardly trying anymore, compared to my original pace haha.

I crossed the line in 21:06 by my chip time, an overall average pace of 6:48/mile. That’s more than a minute faster than the last 5K I ran in July, but it was also a much better day for a run this weekend, a lot cooler and not as humid.

The cross country runner came in at 20:56, so she was pleased with her race. Just past the finish line, Enos, the super fast guy from Georgetown (who had just won that race, of course) asked if I was going to do a cool down. We did two more miles together on the highway in Dewey. He was telling me about how he often drives somewhere to do his long runs — he’s run all the way from the boardwalk in Rehoboth back to Georgetown, which is about 19 miles. It’s probably a good idea to mix up training routes like he does, but I could not imagine running along Route 1 between the boardwalk and the turn onto the road back to Georgetown, even when there’s not as much traffic as in the summer.

After my cool down, I traded my shoes for my flip flops, put on a shirt and met Jen and her friend Rachelle at The Starboard.

We all got two free drink tickets, which you could use for mimosas, Bloody Marys or any draft beer. I had a Sam Adams Summer Ale and a Dogfish Head Namaste. Jen and Rachelle both got huge Bloody Marys. They couldn’t get over how awesome the post-race party was for a 5K that only cost $20 to run. We really are lucky to have a lot of great races around here.

They were taking so long with their Bloody Marys, I had to move the truck. I’d parked in a lot owned by a business that let us use it for the race, but they wanted everyone gone by 10:30, when they opened for the day. I found what I thought was an open space near the bar; the sign said a permit was needed for certain times of the day, which didn’t include when I was there. Naturally, when I came back later, I found out a permit was needed 24 hours a day during the summer, so I had a $35 ticket. Thanks, poorly worded sign!

Back at the bar, Enos came by and said I’d missed the awards ceremony. I won my age group again. I went over and collected my plaque, which was carved to look like a dog, since the race benefitted the local SPCA. So Jen wanted to take this picture:

first place ass

LET ME EXPLAIN. Last year, Jen and the rest of the Loopsters who ran Rehoboth thought it was hilarious that I had to stop to use the bathroom in the woods in the middle of the race and still won my age group. Later that night, when we were all good and drunk, one of the girls took a picture of the rest of them pretending to kiss my ass, and I was nicknamed First Place Ass. That picture was posted to Facebook too, but to a private group.

When I won my age group again this weekend, Jen posted this picture to Facebook, but not in a group. Which means everyone, up to and including my third grade teacher, saw it haha.

I could easily remove it from my timeline, but I’m not going to do that. I run a lot, which sometimes upsets my stomach. I also like to drink beer and hang out with other runners who drink beer, which leads to stuff like this. It’s who I am.

Eventually, we left The Starboard and drove into Rehoboth, where Jen and Rachelle were staying a block off the main drag. I was so proud of my parallel parking job on a street near their hotel, I took a picture for Clark, who agreed I did a really good job:

park

BAM.

When I was in driver’s ed, my on-the-road teacher made me practice parallel parking for an entire hour. I can parallel park a bus, I think.

After we changed into our swimsuits, the three of us went to the beach. We ran into some people Rachelle knew, who were there for the same wedding she and Jen were going to the next day. They asked why Jen was carrying a tiny watermelon, of course, which led to a long explanation about Runner’s World and the Loop.

The beach in Rehoboth was packed Saturday, which made the open water watermelon swim that much more entertaining. The water was also extremely rough; it was choppy and the waves were crashing right at the shore. Hardly anyone was out trying to swim in it. Most of the people were just standing near the edge of it.

And then there was Jen. Wearing a cheap boardwalk store mask and snorkel and carrying her little watermelon, she walked right out into the ocean. People were confused. I heard someone say “What’s she going to do with that watermelon out there? Eat it?”

She was out there about a minute, when a huge wave came along and knocked the watermelon out of her hand before it slammed her to the ground. When she came back up, her snorkel and mask were gone too, and the watermelon was nowhere to be seen.

Then we spotted it —  a little kid had found it floating by and was running out of the ocean with it haha. We didn’t even try to get it back. As far as Jen was concerned, she’d completed that challenge and the watermelon had served its purpose.

Not long after that, I went back home. Clark had gone for a ride on his motorcycle. When he got back, he said his parents weren’t staying at their beach house that night, and had offered to watch Pepper so we could go down there. I took a shower and packed some things, and we went back down to the beach.

We met Jen and Rachelle at Dogfish Head for dinner. It was great getting to see Jen again before she went back to North Carolina.

Jen and me at Dogfish Head with pints of My Antonia.

Jen and me at Dogfish Head with pints of My Antonia.

By the time we were done with Dogfish Head, Clark and I were beat. We drove to Fenwick and fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning, I really intended to get up early and get my 16-mile long run done. Well, I didn’t get up early. When I did finally wake up, it was windy and raining outside. Then Clark made me a big plate of pancakes for breakfast, and I had to go back to sleep to let them digest, of course. By that time, it was noon, and I had to admit no long run was getting done that day.

We walked to Ropewalk for lunch. I had a blueberry lemonade mixed drink and another beer, as well as a salad with seared Ahi tuna. It was still raining when we walked back to the beach house, but not long after, we got a break in the weather and Clark wanted to go surfing.

I figured I’d at least get in a few miles while he was surfing. We drove down to the Indian River Inlet. I did a 4-mile out-and-back, which included a trip across the Indian River bridge at the beginning and end. It was a decent run, except for the fact the alcohol and salad I’d eaten at lunch came back to haunt me — I had to use the same port-o-potty at a public beach access on both the way out and the way back haha.

By the time I got back, Clark was done trying to fight the ocean, which was still really choppy and rough, and we drove back to Fenwick. We got cleaned up, packed up and closed up the house, stopped for dinner at the Fat Tuna Grill in Millville, which was really good, picked up Pepper and went home. I immediately went to bed.

This morning, I once again intended to get up early and knock out that stupid 16-miler. Guess what I did instead? Yup, I slept! I did run, though. I went out planning on doing 8 miles this morning, and then the other 8 tonight after work. Not the best way to do a long run, but better than completely skipping it.

I didn’t take any water or salt caps with me. Usually, 8 miles is about the longest I’ll run this time of year without it. But when I got to where I should have turned, about 4.5 miles into the run, I felt so good I decided to stretch it out to my 10.5-mile loop.

I got a couple of side cramps in the last couple of miles, most likely because of the lack of water, but other than that, it was a good 10.5 miles. And now I only have to do 5.5 when I get home tonight, to finally finish what I should have run yesterday morning. This is what happens when a slacker like myself tries to train for a marathon.

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