Saturday, December 21, 2013 was the winter solstice and I wore shorts during my 18-mile run. Shorts and a T-shirt. And it wasn’t as if I was rebelling against Jack Frost or I’d lost my mind — the temperature in Washington, DC was in the 60s. How sweet is that? It was so warm that I sucked down my 40 ounces of water around the half marathon point and stopped in at Jenny’s around the 15.5 mile point to refill all four of my bottles.
Spring-like weather made the run even more fun. I wasn’t dreading lacing up after a round of BFit in the morning (I figured out kettlebell swings and they don’t hurt anymore!), and not only that, but I was downright giddy around mile 11.
I ran hard, to the point that stopping at traffic signals was harder than continuing to run. When I got back to Jenny’s I was hobbling/limping around as subtly as I could and with as much dignity as I could muster. When Jenny asked me if I planned to run the next day, I allowed, “Maybe,” but I had every intention of logging the ten miles prescribed by my training plan.
And log it I did! The first few miles on Sunday were rough, but I soon picked up speed as Saturday’s lactic acid flowed out of my legs. In principle it was a recovery run because I was recovering from the previous day’s long miles, but it wasn’t done at a plodding pace. Even better: it was still warm enough for a T-shirt and shorts.
On Sunday I eclipsed the 60-mile mark on my New Balance 870v3s, so I’ll try and get a review out soon. As far as I’m concerned, the more honest detail the better, so I’m going to be really thoughtful and careful in my analysis. Check back soon!