I got so caught up in my Chris Brown excitement yesterday, I completely forgot to report some exciting news on the marathon training front.
That’s a done and done 22 mile run.
On Saturday morning, Anastasia and I awoke around 7 a.m. to hit the pavement for our final PDR before the marathon.
And since we both had watch issues last time (forgetting to start up the watch again after waiting at too many stoplights = bad idea), I left the watch running for the duration of the run, stoplights and water refills and all.
The best parts:
- We ran from my house to the oceanfront, way past the boardwalk. It’s actually running on the beach that makes me realize how great it is to live in Virginia Beach.
- Neptune Festival was going on, so there was plenty people watching to be done.
- My little field hockey munchkins were competing in a sand castle tournament, so we had a cheering section on the boardwalk.
- The boardwalk water fountains were still turned on for fuel belt refills.
- We each had three gu’s (I highly recommend the citrus Clif flavor. It’s our best flavor yet).
- I had some great running tunes.
- My recurring shin splint in my right leg completely disappeared.
- From the belly-button up, I felt awesome.
The rough stuff:
- I was starving at mile 18. Like, tummy-rumbling starving. That’s never happened before. I could have dived into the Hardee’s we passed. And I hate Hardee’s.
- The stop lights were brutal. Start-stopping is a no-go for the marathon. Noted.
- My knees kinda hurt starting at mile 11.
- My hips killed by mile 18.
Not long after a nice dual ice bath (because it’s more fun that way) and two nice (separate) showers, we were ready to refuel with a nice, hearty lunch.
What is it with long runs and never being able to decide what to eat? It’s weird. I get this overwhelming desire to lay on my floor and cry because I’m so freakishly hunry, but nauseous at the same time, and I just can’t decide what it is that will satiate my hungry belly. It’s never really something I would typically want to eat (I can’t remember the last time I had a chicken parm sub).
And ya know how else we celebrated?
There she is. Lululemon in Virginia Beach. Just. Opened.
Apparently, Anastasia and I gracefully waddled into the store. The girls looked at us and asked, “Oh, did you guys work out today?”
Yeah. Just a light three and a half hour run.
After that trip, I am the proud owner of wunder unders. They promise a great, flexible lifetime guarantee, so I said yes.
For what I paid for you, you’d better not.
We even mustered up the energy to go out that night. But only after a huge lunch/nap/huge dinner/huge desserts, of course.
But only because I proposed the whole going out idea a la Aly in “What’s Your Number?”
So. All in all, training is going great. From here out on, mileage goes down. The only thing that hurts? My right shin and my left hip. I’ll take it.
4.2 miles to go.
Q for you marathoners: do your hips ever hurt after the long pavement runs? Did you go over 22 miles for your first marathon training?