Whew. At the crack of noon today (OK, 12:45 pm), I finally set off for my long run. The first 10 miles went swimmingly, although a lot of cars and trucks tended to slow down and watch me run.
Which was annoying. E. says I should carry a sign that says, "What are YOU looking at?" or "Take a photo ... it lasts longer."
But I digress. I ran south from Tahoe City, up and down the rolling trails. The lake was a gorgeous, cerulean blue. The late October sun was high in the sky. The air was a crisp 58 degrees.
Overall, I felt great. At the 10-mile mark, I stopped by my house to down a triberry Gu and some vitamin water. Then I set off for the last six miles.
And it was the last six that killed me. That last 1/3-mile long steep hill didn't help. My hamstrings cried "Uncle" at Mile 12. The soles of my feet felt as if I'd been running on sharp rocks. And, boy, did my butt hurt soldiering up all the small hills.
At Mile 15, I must admit, I walked twice for a minute. Since my Garmin GPS was next to worthless - there is so much tree cover here that the satellites can't find my little, wristbound contraption - I wasn't sure exactly what my pace was, though it felt around 9:15/mile.
I tried to gmap my route to get my exact mileage. But again, too much tree cover. I ran 2 hours and 20 minutes. Probably between 15-16 miles. Let's say 15.5.
I was supposed to do 16. But I was lucky to do what I did.
Tomorrow, I'm going to treat myself to a massage. I can barely bend over, my hammies hurt so much.