Meanwhile, let's get back to important stuff: me. I ran 10 miles Saturday. Saturday was a step-back week.
So, how did I do on 10 miles? I did GREAT! I decided I needed to run on a marked trail so I could get some good idea of my pace (instead of wandering around the city with my marathon "group" looking for portapotties) so I ran on a trail by myself. Started out at 7 a.m., and it went like this:
Average: 11:10 min/miles.
Now those are some decent splits for me for that distance.
After I got back to the car, I ripped off my dri-max (wet-max) shirt and huh. Funny, I didn't remember wearing a red running bra. RED?!? Wait...is that...oh yes, that's BLOOD, soaked clear thru my previously white bra.
See, I had a teensy bit of chafing on my UPPER CHEST (no, not where you think, only boys get chafing there) and even though I bodyglided it like a maniac (I am so suing bodyglide), the skin—all of it— chafed right off. I looked like I'd been shot. Funny how I didn't even notice it. Hardcore, huh.
In other boring but good news: blisters did not hurt & no foot pain!! So, I'm all good people.
This morning I did a spinning class, and learned once more, that, biking? Is hard.
Next Saturday 13 miles is on the schedule. Thirteen miles thru the city, trailing far behind my group, trying to figure out where the f I am. My group is not exactly (shocker) what I'd hoped. Not a lot of coaching happening. None, actually. So, Saturday, I cheated on them after running my 10 miles, and went to another local running club's marathon orientation program, all ready to sign up with them, except, guess what, I'd be running by myself with them, too, because the next slowest runner had a 10k time of 55 minutes (mine is 1:07), and this program actually uses pace groups. So I'm kinda bummed. This new group had some serious coaches; all RRCA-certified. The head coach said I was welcome, but...yeah, I'd be running alone. Which I totally don't mind. What I do mind is running alone while trying to figure out where the hell I am, with no one checking to see if I'm dead or alive. And if I'm that far behind everyone, then I guess I can't expect the coach to run back and make sure I haven't croaked.
Whatever. With Bex's help, we came up with my own schedule. I'll still do the long runs with my original goup because it's good training to run thru the city on unfamiliar roads—right? Actually, I have no idea if that makes sense. Good thing this "program" only cost $40. You know that old saying...