Okay, I need some help. As I reported yesterday, I was to run 10 miles last night...well, I did. I gave myself 2hr 10min to finish (13 min miles) with water breaks, potty breaks, etc. But something strange happened...and I need some help from my fellow runners to help diagnose the problem. I'm going to post what was going through my mind mile by mile and you let me know if you've had similar issues and what exactly I could do about it, okay?
Mile 1: Wow, my shins are still hurting. But I'm not out of breath yet, so that is good.
Mile 2: Wow, my shins are still hurting. Wait, I forgot that last week after Mile 3 my shins
stopped hurting...so listen to music and worry about it if they still hurt after Mile 3.
Mile 3: Retreat. Crap. Now I'm going to have to stop for 2 minutes. And what is my time so far? 30:29...what? That must be wrong. (Oh, and while I was standing for retreat there was the cutest little boy playing in his yard...as soon as the first note started he belted out "Oh, Say Can You See...." and proceeded to sing the rest of the National Anthem...was so very cute)
Mile 3: Started to run again...ummmm...who's legs are these and what has happened to mine??? My legs felt weightless. Not one single pain ANYWHERE. Really. It was so weird. And so cool. And I decided that I would leave my music off and just run. Cause at any moment I'm sure the pain, the shortness of breath, something will come.
Mile 4: Stopped at my car for water. 44:10. Crazy. And I didn't even feel bad. At all. I felt like I could run forever. I knew this would be short lived, so I just relished in the moment that 4 miles actually felt good.
Miles 5, 6, and 7: I think someone else ran for me. I barely remember them. I think I was enjoying the scenery, my music, the fact that running this far STILL felt so good. I just kept thinking "wtf is going on?" At one point I wondered if I was really dead and it was my spirit running, or if I was at home asleep and actually just dreaming this run up.
Mile 8: My last turn around. I felt so good I didn't even stop for water. I figured I would pay for that later, but only 2 more miles to go. AND I STILL FELT GREAT!
Mile 8.5: Girl, you rock!
Mile 9: I can't freakin believe that I STILL feel so good. And weightless. And my gait, my posture, everything seemed to be in alignment. It seemed so....I can't believe I'm going to say this....effortless.
Mile 9.5: I could see my car. And I still felt like I could run another 5 miles. I am officially a running freak. It's completely dark now. I'm all alone. It's past dinner time. I just worked 9 hours. And I'm still having fun???? Yes, put me in the "not normal" category. And I figured since I still felt this freakin good, I would sprint the last 1/2 mile. Which I did. I kept saying to myself "if you get to that fire hydrant, you can stop" but I just flew past the hydrant or "once you cross the street, you can slow down" as I whizzed through the cross walk. I sprinted all the way back to my car. Faster than I've ever run before. Especially after running for almost 2 hours.
And finally, to my car. Stopped my watch at 1:50:59. WHAT? 11:06 miles???? And I STILL felt great. I even had to stop and think, "did I really just run 10 miles?" Recalculate my steps. Did I miss something? Turn around at the wrong time? Miss a loop? Nope. I just ran. The entire 10 miles. Like it was fun. Because it was.
So, there is my report. Let me know if you've got a diagnosis for this crazy turn of events. I'm totally stumped.