I had my own little death march today. It started out innocently enough. I had a nice breakfast; loaded up some Clif Shots; packed a cooler for later and headed out to the Celebration of Running 3.0. I took the high traffic sunny route over, leaving the alternate shady route for my return.
It was right on three miles over to Loch Haven Park. It being themed a 70s party, I was not surprised to see Elvis there, a half dozen mullet heads, tie dye shirts, knee length athletic socks, Pink Floyd shirts, flowered dresses, flared pants, etc. Nobody looked stoned though.
I was sweaty and drank some water trying not to bump into anybody dry. I stood around for 15 minutes for the race to start talking to a national sportscaster pal. We lined up in the 8:30 pace area. A former NBA exec showed up incognito and looked like he would be lazy-ing it through the race. Instead of running with me, the sportscaster laid back with the exec, based on their finish time of 30:00.
I went out loose and warm. I kept fairly even splits throughout and never felt tired.
1 - 8:33, 2 - 8:27, 3 - 8:39. FINAL - 25:40
Nothing to go crazy over except it was a PR for 3.0. How often does one run 3.0? Not since Florida high school cross country was 3.0 in 2002. They go 5K now. So I PRed by 21 seconds from November 2000.
Then I stood around and admired people, costumes and had some more water. After awhile I set off to run home. I took the more circuitous route through a shady neighborhood. It was 3.3 miles and I bobbed along at a cool down pace of 10:38. I might have walked a time or two too.
Once home I chugged down some Zippfizz, a Cliff shot and some water. I had 14 miles to cover today and I was only up to 9.3. I set out to follow my five mile route which, at 9:30 a.m., was mighty hot, despite the shady neighborhoods. I walked a lot and ran my end-of-marathon kind of trot. It was good practice. (heh)
My pace for the final 4.7 miles? 13:15. It was brutal; and it's over. Next week includes five 1200s, five miles and 15 next weekend. With the start of school and the usual high jinx I should be a whipped old man by this time next week.
Stay tuned for more whining and wallowing.