I’m just here tonight to bitch and moan about my latest run. Okay, not really, but it was actually one that I completed with the feeling of, “Oh, that sucked, but at least I did it.” It was yesterday, and it was 8 miles. And the weather was once again really awful. I’m beginning to realize that fall in the Pacific Northwest means “windy as hell.”
Fall is actually my favorite time of year, but not when I’m out on the trail running. Have you ever heard a 100 ft tree break and fall? It’s actually quite impressive. There’s a huge craaaaack and then a loud BOOM that follows. I got to experience that yesterday during my run, about 20 feet in front of me. We have these great big, tall, skinny, aspen-like trees that line the better part of the trail, and when the wind blows, they tend to break and fall down. Super scary. So right after my turn-around, from mile 4 to about mile 7, I was looking straight up while trying to run, watching the swaying trees and listening for the next big craaaaack so I could be certain a falling branch wasn’t going to land on me. Well, on the positive side, at least I was running with my head held high, haha.
Another thing I thought I’d try was the Nike Plus running app. Not bad, not bad! I actually used it for all my runs last week (in addition to my watch), and I really like the way it announces what mile you’ve just completed (hey, anything to entertain us while running, right?!). So for the race this Saturday, I’ll have my handy dandy Garmin watch tracking me, my phone, and the Nike Plus running app. It’ll be interesting to compare all the different numbers. I remember how horrified I was when I ran my very first half-marathon and my watch clocked in at 13.4, which actually can happen if you don’t hit all the apices of the turns just right, or so I’m told, and so I discovered.
James ran 22 miles yesterday in that wind. I don’t know why he always chooses windy days for his longest runs! He did well though… he ran through the proverbial wall that tried to overtake him at mile 19 and brought it on home strong. That will be his last “long” run before Chicago (I put “long” in quotations because, personally, I think anything over 6 miles is a long run). Yes, he’s running the Boise half too, but when one is able to run 22 miles, 13 miles is pretty much nothing, me thinks. He’ll be waiting for me at the finish line for about 2 hours… maybe there’ll be a beer tent for him to visit while he waits. 🙂