A perfect 50-something degree day with sun for my long run today! I ran 19 miles along the beach, one less mile than I'd planned but I'm not too upset about that. What I really wish I'd done better was pacing myself...
When I started to hit a wall, September Song by Agnes Obel came on my playlist. I don't know what it is about this tune but it gives me a tiny burst of calm and focus when I hear it. Add it to your playlist and see how you like it!
I mapped a flat three mile stretch along Ocean Beach which I ran up and down a few times to get the mileage in and I was a little surprised there weren't more people running! It's a really pretty running path and you see a ton of surfers, roller skaters, runners, bikers, and all sorts of characters in between. For a few miles I was totally dialed into the path ahead of me and forgot to look to my left to appreciate the ocean. It was a really busy day for surfing.
This windmill was my turnaround spot. It's a Dutch windmill and every year on the Queen's birthday, Golden Gate Park holds a Queens Day celebration and they turn the windmill. It's really fun and I need to make sure I mark my calendar for it this year.
Don't say I didn't warn you: you see all kinds of characters at the beach. This guy unsurprisingly didn't have any tan lines! I don't think Ocean Beach is technically a nude beach, but I know that Baker Beach down the road is a nudie beach in case you prefer hanging out sans clothes.
The good news is that I crushed the first 15 miles, if crush refers to sticking almost 100% to the planned split times. But for some reason when I hit mile 16, I also hit a giant ass wall in my head and feet. I felt like I had bricks tied to my shoes—that's how hard it felt to run. I'd try to pick up the pace but then it felt like I was actually running in place. I have a few ideas why I lost energy so quickly but it was kind of strange how much my whole body went from feeling pretty good to feeling heavy and sluggish.
I am a little nervous that I only have one really long run left before the marathon and I HAVE GOT to make that 20 mile training one really count!!
Confession: I came home from the run and was freezing cold. Jon covered me up in blankets and then I laid in bed for ten minutes to warm up. Thank goodness the hubs caught me in this lovely fatigued state. I'm laughing because I knew he was going to do it and he knew I was too defenseless to grab it out of his hands hahahaha.
Reason #1 why I lost energy so quickly... I ate two small slices of sourdough bread with jam. Now normally I don't think that would be a big deal if I had woken up and went directly out for the run. But the New York City Marathon was on this morning and I couldn't look away until I saw Shalane Flanagan win it. And by then, I should have put a much bigger breakfast in my stomach like some oatmeal or fruit. I knew I was underfed because I felt incredibly hungry during the run, so much that I felt my belly rumbling under my spandex. That's no-kay when you still have another ten miles to run and the only fuel available is running blocks.
I was screaming so loud at the end. She is a total beast on the road—what an amazing race for her. She looked so overtaken with emotion and pride when she did her winners jog. How did I never get into running before adulthood?
I look out of my mind in this picture!
I even had the boys cheering for Meb and Shalane!! They pretty much love any excuse to shout at 6am!
Reason #2 why I lost energy... these fools were up at the crack of dawn. #daylightsavingsfail
I had planned to make veggie chili and cornbread after my run but I really should know by now that I can only do extremely low-energy tasks after I run that much. So I folded socks and then made the males some tacos, and then considered myself done for the day :)
Jon is a total rockstar for supporting me being gone for hours at a time on the weekends to get these long runs in and I've been trying to do little things to spoil him because of it. He loves tacos. So does Croc. So does The Dude. And there aren't many meals that everyone in the family likes so I loved just sitting back and watching them stuff their pie holes.
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU LOVE TACOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then he took the boys to the park to run the energy right out of them. They play really hard, and I love that they are starting to act more like buddies. Yes, Croc is eating straight out of a cereal bag pulled out of the box? I'm not sure the story behind that one but, hey, I don't ask questions when given 60 minutes of peach and quiet.
We are really lucky that our neighbor is handy with tools and does woodworking in his spare time. When The Dude had his sleepover last weekend, they were doing shenanigans on the top bunk and broke one of the slats. So Jon measured it and told our neighbor who made the perfect replacement.
I need to bake him something amazing for hooking us up with a replacement that didn't require us going to IKEA :)
When the kids went to bed, we watched Home For The Holidays, one of the all time greatest movies and definitely the best Thanksgiving movie (with Planes, Trains, and Automobiles being a close second).
Do you have any suggestions on how to give myself a boost of energy when I hit a wall during long runs?
Tell me your favorite Christmas, Thanksgiving, or winter season movie!!
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