Of course, I ran the 18 miles today, and I'm glad I did. My serratus thing-y didn't bother me. Still sore, but not too bad.
So, I ran 18 miles!
Slowly. Not my best long run, but I got the job done.
In the interest of disclosing the good and the bad: It took 4 hours, 14 minutes.
That was a good 45 minutes over my anticipated time. I went out very very very slowly. I was running with a fellow who keeps a very steady, slow pace. Which is great for me. Unfortunately, he faded, and I slowed down to stay with him. (Am I saying this is his fault???? Nooooooooooo, most definitely not. It was my choice.)
Anyhoo, the turnaround was at 10.5 miles. I hung there for a good seven minutes (oh, if only I hadn't! I could have done 18 miles in four hours and SEVEN minutes!) Then ran back with my friend, Jen, who was running at a good clip. We made it to the 16-ish mile water stop (who knows what mile the water stop was at? Not the coaches!). I asked for directions back, and was told we should take a shortcut or else we'd be running 19 miles.
Wha...?? A shortcut???
OK, this was from the same coaches who sent an e-mail earlier in the week suggesting we bring money on our run so we could stop at Ben and Jerry's. Or Starbucks. Or go siteseeing. Or stop for brunch. (I only made up the last two suggestions. For real. I can show you the e-mail if you don't believe me.)
So, thanks, but first of all, I don't believe the route is 19 miles. And secondly, I ain't takin' no short cut! WTF????
Poor Jen. She had to hear me rant about that coach for the remaining miles. (It took 37 minutes. Was that two miles?? Not possible.)
The good news is I ran the entire way. And I ran—and felt—strong on the way back. And good thing we didn't take the shortcut. One woman who did (and who had a Garmin) said she ended up doing only 16 miles ... because of that coach. Grrr.
Whoo hooo! I'm learning to run, people. And despite all my moaning, I really do love these long runs.
I'm learning to run. And I'm learning that there's good, there's bad.