Where's my breakfast?!

I've got a tapeworm to feed! Kidding. I think.

Here I am, several hours after my long run yesterday, impatiently waiting for a hungry-man serving of chicken enchiladas, guacamole, rice and pico de gallo at our neighborhood Tex-Mex place.

I actually got up in time to meet up for my Sunday long run with the others in my training program. It was freakishly early - just before 7 AM. Thankfully, the weather was nice, downright balmy for Washington, D.C. Low 70's. Low humidity.

We ran on the dirt C&O Canal Towpath. Our mileage varied depending on the races we were training for, from 8-10 miles on the low end to 16-18 miles on the high end. I ran 15 miles, the first 4 at 9:36/mile pace. Then my running partner, L., and I gradually sped up.

Whew!: Miles 7-13.5 were at a sub 9:00/mile pace - probably 8:40 to 8:45/mile. I was just trying to keep up with L. In the last mile-and-a-half, I was starting to flag . The weather had also heated up to a sweltering 80 degrees. So I slowed down to 9:30/mile or so.

But overall, I felt really good - especially since I had been down with a bad head cold and sinus congestion the previous three days.

After finishing, I stretched, talked to a few other runners, and drank some Vitamin Water. Finally, after 20 minutes, I saw rude dude from the track (see two posts below) stagger in. He looked a bit the worse for wear. Haggard. Out of breath.

Then he started whining to our coach. What a tool. I know it's unseemly, but pardon me while I gloat just for a minute ...