It was a good and bad week for running. I’m pretty sure it was 4 miles on Tuesday, 9 on Wednesday, and 5 more on Thursday. I don’t know for sure — they are kind of blurring together some—it must have something to do with it being my 13th week of training for a marathon.
This was the week that my feet became hamburger. No real reason, either. Just blisters on top of blisters.
This was also a week for pain. No, not from the blisters. Wednesday, I got up early in the morning and went and ran 9. The run was no better or worse than any other 9 mile run I’ve done. No popping sounds. No falls. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But at work that day — wow. My right knee would hurt any time I put any increased pressure on it. I could stand, no problem. I could walk, no problem. But anything up or down was rough — curbs, stairs, you name it, I felt it.
I hobbled through the day, and made it home. By the time I was going to bed, it was feeling OK, just sore. I could walk stairs without making that horrible pain-face.
So, how did I reward my day of the knee? I got up early on Thursday and ran 5 more. No issues — good as new. I have no idea why it hurt on Wednesday, but it seems none the worse for it.
Today was suppose to be an 18 mile day. That’s what the schedule said, anyway. I was racking my brain, trying to figure out where I could run that would be 18 miles, and that wouldn’t kill me?
The answer? The tallest mountain within a 9 mile radius.
Yeah, I am that stupid.
The run was, basically, from my village (elevation: just under 400 feet), over a ridge (elevation: just over 1100 feet) and down to the river on the other side (around 300 feet).
Friday night, we’d driven out and stashed water at two locations, one of which was down by the river. After that, I started the 6+ mile climb to the peak.
Yes, six plus miles that go from 300+ feet to 1875 feet. That’s a long climb up a decent sized hill. Mt. Tamalpais, for example, has a peak of 2700 feet.
All told, it was just over 33 KM and just over 20 miles.
I weighed 203 when I left, and weighed 195 when I got back (and yes, that’s with 2 liters of Gatorade along the way). And I used just over 3300 calories on the run. I think ice cream tonight might be OK.
18 miles. With training, it is very possible to do. The ice cream helps, though.