In late September, Bugman and I did a 19-mile training run during which I did not want to mess with carrying water bottles. I planted a full water bottle in a ditch along a dirt road on our planned route. We drank the water on our run and left the bottle in the ditch, intending to fetch it later.
We got busy.
The bottle never got picked up.
It’s been nagging at me intermittently ever since.
Today, I wanted to get in 10-11 miles. The water bottle locale is about 5 miles from my house, so I decided to run out and retrieve the bottle.
I wasn’t really looking forward to the run. The remaining leaves were flying off the trees horizontally. At the time I left the house, winds were sustained at 20-30 miles per hour, gusting to 40 (the peak gust at the airport was 62 mph), making the 47-degree temps feel like 38. It was made extra uncomfortable by the low relative humidity, around 16 percent. I can’t inhale through my nose when facing into a dry wind like that. It just burns. And the skin on my hands is now dry and cracked.
But such is running.
If this were race day, I’d just have to run through it, so run through it I did.
A few photos from the run:
Another 11.5 miles logged. I feel amazed and grateful that I can just go out and crank out that kind of distance and not get completely wiped out by it. (I was “only” at an 11:57 average pace, but that’s pretty darned good for me, especially considering the wind!)
Copyright 2013 by Katie Bradshaw