This morning I attempted a divided twelve-miler. Shall I break this one down? "Attempted" means I didn't reach twelve miles; "divided" means I did seven miles with Leigh, took a gel, changed my shirt, and finished the rest with the Towpath Turtles. "Twelve" means. . .wait, why am I parsing this? Are you dwelling on my pain? You're a sadist, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?
Ok, I've settled down. Let's move on.
It was a gorgeous morning, perfect temperature for running in a simple long-sleeved shirt and either capris or tights. I chose to run at Lock 29 in Peninsula, which is a common starting place for runners and bikers.
|Beautiful shot of the Cuyahoga River at Lock 29|
It is also a common ending place because of its proximity to The Winking Lizard, one of the best places I know to blow your fitness on beer and wings.
I have written about Leigh before in my post called "Pace? Isn't That a Salsa?" She is still about half my age and at least forty pounds lighter than me (see, I've lost weight or hyperbole since that post!), and she still kicks my ass. I had a plan, though. This time I brought my phone, and I made sure to take pictures so that she would have to slow down or stop. I am tricky, all right. Here is my first shot:
|Say hello to my leetle friend!|
Leigh and I had a great talk (I made sure she did most of the talking--I am tricky, all right), and we kept the pace at around 10:20. . . except when we didn't. Anyway, we had a fun run together in a beautiful environment; I was thankful to be able to run, and I was thankful to run with her. I kept thinking, Well, I will make sure to run more slowly in the second part of my run.
I was excited to see the Towpath Turtles today as I haven't run with them in quite a while, and four of us got caught up in conversation, and, well. . . I had to resort to my stalling tactic:
|Look, Guys! A bale of Turtles!|
In short, I came up short--11.67. I didn't even have the energy to push it to 12, and geez, I end up making up that distance by going back and forth in front of my house ALL THE DAMN TIME!!!
Lesson learned: Do NOT go too quickly on Long, Slow Distance Day.
Finally, I leave you with Mike Polk's Easter message (if Mike Polk OR Easter offends you, don't watch this):