I was scheduled to do a 3 mile run tonight for my marathon training, and originally I had planned on running home from work. That is, until a goodbye happy hour for one of my running buddies, Tracey (she’s the egg on the right), was scheduled. I couldn’t run AND do the happy hour, so needless to say, the happy hour won…
I was trying to decide whether I’d just skip the run altogether or try to fit it in my schedule. As tempted as I was to skip the run, my long run this Saturday is only 6 miles, a big change from the 9 miles from last Saturday. Last week, I skipped the Thursday run (on purpose, to ease myself back into running 4 times a week again after being a slacker for a while), and still made it to a little over 17 miles that week. If I skipped it this time, I would only get 14 miles in. Definitely not good to start reducing mileage to that extent at only week 3 of training.
So I sucked it up: yesterday I came to work with a fresh towel and a change of work clothes, and visited my locker at our garage after months away… (I really need to start biking in again!)
This morning, I set my alarm for an hour earlier than usual, put on my running clothes and was out of the house before I had a chance to change my mind. My ipod decided to run out of battery before I was even out of the building (should have checked that last night…), but I reminded myself that I usually run sans music and off I went.
Right as I was passing the Air Force Memorial, which is this funny-looking thing,
I saw a police car turning in front of me and I thought “OMG, this cop is going to run me over!” and I looked over and then my thought changed to “OMG, Carol is going to run me over!” It was a great way to start my morning! I haven’t seen Carol in almost a year, since her wedding reception last July. She got hitched and moved to the boonies, but she is still working as a police officer in Arlington. Ever since she came Arlington, a couple of years ago, I always peak in police cruisers hoping I’ll bump into her — of course the one time I’m not paying attention it’s actually her! We caught up a bit (apparently I “look great” — I guess the tan is working for me, yay!) and promised we’ll make plans soon. She’s loving married life and living in the boonies!
After about 10 minutes chatting (glad I left home early and gave myself plenty of time so I didn’t have to worry about stopping to say hello), I continued on. Today is going to be the hottest day of the year yet, peaking at 100 degrees this afternoon, and the weather was already on the upper-80’s in the morning. The sun was shining strong, and there’s no shade where I run, so I was literally dripping with sweat after the first mile.
I stopped and walked a couple of times while sipping water, but nothing longer than a few seconds. When I was ready to give up because I was getting lazy, I finally saw my building and sprinted to it. I finished the run a little short of 44 minutes, covering 3.85 miles. It felt good. I definitely want to do it again, and maybe next time I’ll bring my camera and take pictures along the way — DC that early in the morning is quiet and beautiful.
The sun was to my right side the whole time. I have to remember to put on sunscreen, to avoid one side of my face looking darker than the other. That would be interesting…
I attempted a cellphone picture when I got to the locker room shower… Quality is crap and I have no clue why I’m making that face (and can you tell I’m sleep deprived? Look at those bags under my eyes!) but it shows a bit how soaking wet I was post-run, it really was disgusting:
Unfortunately the picture does not show the beads of sweat on my forehead, or even the sweat dripping down my legs. Hmmmm, maybe I should rephrase that… FORTUNATELY, the picture does not show these things!