This morning, I rolled out of bed to force myself to "run" 7 miles. I knew it wasn't optimal timing, having just run 10 miles the previous day, but it was imperative that I got back on schedule so my whole training schedule wouldn't be constantly off by one day. I told myself that I just had to finish, that there was no time limit, and it was very no-pressure. I decided that I'd permit myself to walk if I felt like I needed to.
I started out running around the neighborhood, down the one long street that dead ends at the highway. I saw a trail heading downhill and into some forest-looking place, so I decided that since I wasn't really worried about time, I'd worry about running up the hill later and see where it lead. I'm so glad I did! I found out later I was running through Mercer Slough Park.
The Bellefields Trail "loops through upland forest, scrub-shrub wetland, and open meadow habitats" (from the Parks and Recreation website), and I must have ran along the Heritage Trail as well because I saw some people picking berries, and the site says it parallels the blueberry fields. Bellefields Trail was a literal dirt road. The dirt was so mushy that I felt like I was running through sand sometimes. As I continued to follow the winding trail, I worried that I would forget which turns I took - fortunately it was pretty self explanatory by the time I turned around.
I ate a Clif Shot Blok at Mile 2 and 4, and was really struggling by the end of it. My numbers show that I was struggling as well, but again - this was 7 miles only a little more than 24 hours after I had run 10 miles. 17 miles in practically one day... yeesh. Not even a full marathon. I'm scared, guys!!
I have a 6 mile tempo run on Wednesday, and slow 12 miles on Saturday to look forward to. I'm not sure if I like that slowing down just means I'm running for a longer amount of time... ah, well.
Do you like "easy" runs?