Today should mark a triumph in my life but I'm in too much pain to enjoy it. Almost. Today, for the first time ever, I ran 10 miles. That is the good news.
The bad news is that...ow...I hurt. Everywhere. My knees hurt, between my shoulder blades hurt, my butt hurts. I am going to make the Advil company rich if I keep popping the tiny brown pills at the rate I have been for the past 3 hours.
My neighbor Royce and I drove into Greensboro and had a beautiful run in and around Battleground Park. We ran the first 6 miles at a 9:15 pace and finished the ten miles at a 9:30 pace. Pretty good for a newbie like me. I was REALLY tired by mile 9. I almost stopped, but ego intervened. I wanted to be able to tell people I'd run 10 miles. "I ran 9 and three-quarters," just doesn't sound as good. So I huffed and puffed and informed my knees they would just have to suck it up for the last quarter mile. I was never so grateful to stop running.
Now I've got to do that plus 3.1 more miles for the actual race! I'm going to run 11 miles some weekend in November and see how that goes. I think I'll feel better if I start out slower. We started at what was probably a 9-minute pace. That's okay to run 5-6 miles but I lost energy near the end because I went too fast in the beginning.
I'm heading into Greensboro tonight for a dinner. Looking forward to the company but not the drive in. My plans for the day are shot. I had a list of things to do but I got home from running, showered, and went back to bed. I may drag my weak and feeble body into the family room to watch TV but that's about as high as my goals extend for the day.
YIPPEE!!! I DID IT!!!! (Ow, ow, ow...)