PDR = Personal Distance Record.
I am thrilled to report that I successfully ran 15.5 miles this morning. It’s the longest I’ve ever run and everything went perfectly.
Let me take you back to the beginning.
Well. Let me take you back to yesterday.
I left the office around 4 and it was raining. I was happy about that because I had a lazy evening planned.
I came home, watched Going the Distance on my couch (if you haven’t seen it, you should — it’s hilarious and sweet) and hit up Gina La Fornaria, a restaurant in my neighborhood, for dinner.
I had never been before, and I’m not sure I’ll go back. I loved all the open air seating (which was nicely covered to keep the rain out) but wasn’t wildly impressed by the food.
Still, I inhaled the entire bread basket (with extra Parmesan cheese, a nice trick I learned from a very smart friend) plus some spaghetti and meatballs. Carbo load success.
And then I got 16 Handles. Obviously. It’s getting a little disgusting how often I go there. But it’s so dang good.
I was in bed by 10:30 pm with dreams of a 15-mile run in my head.
I woke up at 5:30 ready to run.
Like, really ready to run. I can’t believe how excited I was to try out a new distance and see what I’m capable of.
I was also excited to wear new socks. What’s better than brand new socks?
I did my ab things, ate my granola bar, did my…other things…and was out the door at 6:30.
The plan was to cover 6 miles on my own before meeting up with a great group of runner friends.
I kept my pace comfortable and loved running through Central Park as the New York Road Runners crew was setting up for today’s 10K race (shout out to all of the racers today — you are awesome and congratulations).
I ran down the East Side of the park, did the lower loop, then came back up the East Side, because I wanted to show Cat Hill who’s boss.
Answer: Ali. Not the cat.
I wrapped up my six solo miles with a loop around the Reservoir. It was puddly and gross after last night’s rain so I didn’t love it, but I was happy to have a handful of miles out of the way before the second part of my running journey.
As you may know, I’m still new to running with others. It scared me for a long time. I worried about being too slow, too fast, too needy, too tired, too sweaty, too smelly, too desperate to find a bathroom, etc.
Fun fact: Runners don’t care. Running with these three girls today was amazing.
Coach Cane advised that I use today’s run as a chance to start fueling during my long runs — another new experience!
I am completely freaked out by Gu products — no, I do not want to squeeze flavored gel into my mouth while I run — so I opted for Gu Chomps.
I took one after mile six and two more around mile 10.
And I liked them! They tasted good, digested fine and didn’t bother my stomach at all. I felt strong throughout the entire run and look forward to experimenting more with fuel options as I keep running. But for now I say Gu Chomps = success.
Since the race was going on in the park, we stuck mostly to the Bridle Path. It wasn’t super hot this morning, but it definitely helped being on the path and staying in the shade for the majority of the run.
Plus it’s true what they say — running with friends makes the miles fly by. We talked the entire time and I rarely checked my watch. I wasn’t concerned with which mile we were at and didn’t really care about my pace. I just knew I felt good, strong and happy.
(Hopefully the pace was good for them, too — I am by far the slowest of that bunch, and I still worry that they slowed down for me.)
Plus, together our colors were lovely and Easter-like.
We all had different mileage plans for the day, so we peeled off one-by-one. Not before getting a sweaty group shot, of course.
Yes, I tied my shirt up in a knot. It got sweaty and wet and was down by my knees, so I got my ’80s on. I’m aware it’s neither flattering nor cool. But it was more comfortable than a running sweat dress thing.
After Kelly and Megan both split, Lindsay and I did one additional lap of the Bridle Path. We picked up the pace a tiny bit and I still felt strong. When I saw my watch creep past 13.1 miles and into the 14-mile range, I was so excited.
A personal distance record was on the way!
When my watch beeped at 15 miles, I was beaming.
And I wanted to keep going.
But I knew Coach Cane might not be impressed by that, so I forced myself to call it quits at 15.5.
Man did it feel good.
Here’s the weird route we covered today:
And here are the splits, which I’m very happy with (and hope my nice coach is, too):
Now I’m back home, I took a 30-minute shower (not kidding), painted my sad purple toenails (purple from bruising, not the color I painted them) and I had some hummus, pitas and an apple.
Life is good.
I ran 15.5 miles today. And by the end, I could have kept going.
Maybe it was all the bread and pasta. Maybe it was the Gu Chomps. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m on steroids. Maybe it was the sheer rush of excitement I get from thinking about running long distances. But whichever factors came into play, today’s run went great.
And I could have run another 10.7 miles.
I can run a marathon.
See you then.