Longest Run Yet: 7.42 Miles
So it was further than I’ve ever gone today, but definitely not faster. A total of 7.42 miles, 7 of it the “run” portion. I put that in quotes because there was walking involved there too.
I haven’t run over 5 miles since my 10K two weeks ago today, so it was time. I needed to get a long run in, adding more distance. Technically I probably should have done 6.5 miles today but I was itchy since it has been so long. I decided to go for 7, even if it meant some walking. I planned an ambitious route, knowing there were hills (“I need the practice,” I smugly thought to myself). I wasn’t sure of the mileage, but I figured I’d adjust as I went along.
Mile one and two felt fine. I was going along my normal route, having done a five minute warmup walk. The weather today was warmer than yesterday, perfect running weather for me (35 degrees, slight breeze). Around mile three I started to feel tired, not terrible, but a little bit. I thought at this point how maybe I should think about getting a water belt for these longer runs, as I was a little thirsty.
No big deal. Around this point I thought about adjusting my route, knowing there was a big hill coming up. But I talked myself out of it. I needed to deal with hills. So I kept going, finally letting myself walk a bit just before and after the hill. That was fine.
Then around mile four I started to feel funny. Like possibly maybe dehydrated. I was in a slight incline and I decided there was just going to have to be more walking on this one. I wasn’t going to stop until I hit 7 miles, dammit. Even if it meant some of it was walking.
I felt better once I let myself agree to some walk breaks, and by mile 5 I was feeling pretty good again. I was also on a flat road; coincidence? Probably not. I kept going, past the park at the end of my street and down a lovely hill to get myself up to the six mile mark. Which I was loving, even though I knew it meant I was going to have to go right back up it on my way back. During my last mile. Of a seven mile run. Probably not my smartest choice.
But whatever. I ran/walked the hill, hit the last half mile, and ran the rest of it. I had about .15 of a mile left to go when I hit 7 miles, and let that be my cooldown walk. I was tired, probably wasn’t quite ready for this distance and probably a little dehydrated. So I wasn’t going to push it.
Still, I feel fine now, and kind of amazed that I logged 7.42 miles (including warmup and cooldown). It’s still kind of unreal to me that I can do this. Maybe there is a half marathon in my future after all.