Running Journal 17: Long Run

Day: Sunday, July 8th

Time: 6:17 pm

Duration: 1:31:28

Pace:  9'08"

Distance: 10.01 mi

Course: Reily Center, Treadmill

Weather: Air-Conditioned

Mood: Angry

Favorite Song on this Run: "Good Life feat. T-Pain" by Kanye West


Notes: I was supposed to get up at 6 am for this run.  I was supposed to run outside.  My sleep has been pretty messed up lately.  I toss and turn.  I wake up at around 2 am, thirsty, starving, and my allergies acting up.  It's horrible.  So I didn't wake up until about noon.  I was upset.  It was storming outside.  The smell of the rain made me happy, but missing my run made me angry.  Then I have to switch my day all around.  I have to reschedule meals so I'm not too full, but I have to eat enough to make it 10 miles at all. Ugh.  It was a bad day.  I got to the gym angry.  I got on a treadmill and began pacing.  My training plan says that my long runs are not supposed to be paced...they are just avenues to get the miles behind you.  That's why I like to do them outside.  I can explore neighborhoods, walk a little, skip a little, dance a little.  You know, whatever comes to mind.  I blasted through the first five miles.  Not literally, obvi.  I hopped of the treadmill and walked around the gym.  Then when I got back there was a new person on the treadmill next to mine.  Pause.  By this point I am drenched in sweat.  The second half of this run will be a beast because I went to fast in the beginning. Unpause.  This new runner set all of his stuff up, and began walking at a brisk pace.  A typical warm up.  Then he began to run. Pause.  This is truly why I hate gyms and treadmills.  My competition and machismo kicked in.  And then turned all the way up! Unpause.  I began pacing with him.  Then I began pacing faster than him.  Then I realized that I had about 6 and a half miles under my belt and he only had one mile.  If that.  So I started to walk.  Because I was tired and I stupidly wasted energy.  Then it happened.  The Good Life came on my iPod.  I started jamming.  I really should tape my treadmill dances.  It is impressive the amount of dancing I can do.  I realized that I was on mile eight, and I was almost done.  I danced until it was over.  I ended up pacing really well, considering.  But I got through it!