T and I went out for a run together this morning. And by together I mean; we got into the same vehicle, drove to the same trail, did some dynamic stretching in the same spot, then headed onto the same path for approximately 0.23489 minutes. Then T pulls one earbud out and asks ever so kindly, “Is it cool if I pick up the pace?” At this point, I am going at an 11:00min/mile pace, but I know that without my fuel belt (more on that later) and without the proper hydration the last few days- my pace will dwindle to between 12:30 and 13min. So I give him the football pat on his butt and smile him along.
Mile one seems to go pretty well. The scenery is gorgeous! And for all my friends and family that got snow last night in DC… it was 75 degrees and I ran with a cool breeze under the infrequent shade of palm trees. I started feeling sluggish and really, really thirsty. I didn’t have my trusty fuel belt I ran all over the house and all I could find was the actual belt, but not the bottle. Now I know I could put a water bottle in it, but than it bounces around and is annoying the whole time. So I decided to go sans belt, HORRIBLE DECISION!! So I get to mile 2.75 and see Tommy making his way back from the turning point. We walk together/complain together…. then take in the gorgeous sites together. After about a mile of walking, we decide to just run a little more to clear out some of the leg soreness- works like a charm! 3 mile run and 2.5 mile walk! I just really wanted to get in a good 5 miler today. But I will take what I can get. I am going to try another on Tuesday morning and make sure that I “HYDRATE HYDRATE HYDRATE” the next two days. And I will be making a pitstop to my Favorite Store on Monday.
Now I am at home… sucking down water after some great stretching and icing my tailbone. Yes, still a sore tailbone almost eight weeks later. But weirdly enough, it doesn’t hurt while I run. Only while driving long distances and if I sit on the hard sand (ie laying out at the beach) or on the ground!