Because I make questionable life decisions and was busy last week, I ended up running 30 miles in the span of 24 hours. It panned out better than I ever thought - 10 miles at 8:12 at Waterfall Glen, then 20 waterfront miles in Seattle the next day to make sure I got in one last massive run before Vermont. My pace said 8:37 and I experienced every possible climate. It poured for the first 5k, then the sun came out, then it rained again. I also skipped lunch and had a Luna fiber bar right before running instead ... then proceeded not to fuel at all besides water. On paper, this should have been a disaster. In real life, it was actually electrifying.
Until I looked at the GPS. Why are these miles so wonky?
|Earning all that oatmeal stout|
|So I'm supposed to read this AND follow the workouts inside?|
|What $5K of bikes look like in my basement|
|I need a blue intervention|
Anyone else buy the same colors over and over again?