putting the knit in shizknitz

Do you have days that go by and you sleep, or not sleep much but still you feel the same? But that’s another issue altogether. Saturday morning with the Leggers was another story. I set out that early, freezing morning focused on doing something like 16 miles (since my previously longest distance was 14), although the rest of the group who are on schedule were doing 24. I ran into another 10:30 (pace) who was on the I’m-injured-I-need-less-distance like me, so we decided to run together. Around mile 5 I got cocky and said, let’s just do 18 - this way next time we can do 22!

I saw some beautiful parts of Marina Del Rey that I hadn’t known existed, tripped and almost fell face flat on the cement, almost got run over by a cyclist (contrary to popular belief, by about mile 12 my legs don’t move horizontally as quickly). So we did. 18 miles with a negative split (faster on the return trip) including potty and water breaks, 3 hrs 20 min. What’s so strange is that I’m really not that hungry afterwards, just damn thirsty. Since the water stations only have water, I need a better method in carrying more of the Gookinaid powder I love - they should create a capsule that dissolves in water, or better yet something that fizzles in water like Airborne. I have a feeling I was pretty dehydrated since I came down with a migraine for the rest of the day. My legs are finally not in pain, 3 days later.