No I’m not drunk or high. I know a half marathon is 13.1 miles. Read on.
Today’s plan was to run/pace the last 11 miles of the Boulder Back Roads Half Marathon with my running client, Deb, and her husband, Steve. I probably could have done the full distance, but am still feeling very cautious and don’t want to push it. If you’re a regular reader, you know I’m coming back from a hip stress fracture. If you’re not a regular reader you should be.
Deb is 50 years old and training for her first marathon on May 1. Our goal today was for Deb to run a 2:17 keeping about a 10:30 min/mile pace. She has never run a half before and is a newer runner, so it was tough to know how it would all shake out. I’ll spoil the ending and tell you she NAILED it.
One bagel thin and one cup of coffee down, I dropped some kids at the pool x 2. Ken dropped me at the two mile point to wait for Deb. It was about 30 degrees so if I look cold, I am. If I had balls, well, they’d be shriveled.
I brought my own water, which I never do in races, but I was afraid that running as a bandit, the aid station people would kick me in my non-nuts if I tried to sneak some hydration.
The only reason I was nervous about this “race” was that it was my longest run post-injury and I wouldn’t be incorporating any walk breaks. Don’t tell my doctor. I figured with the slower pace I would be okay and I was.
While waiting I saw the leader blaze by. He thinks he so cool. “Look a me. I can run a 4 minute mile.” Okay, I guess he is a little bit cool. But he doesn’t’ have an SUAR sticker on his back and he hasn’t crapped himself. At least not that I can see.
Deb and Steve showed up and we began our journey.
Go Deb Go!
Deb also suffers from asthma and can sometimes cough a lot and have trouble getting enough air in. Steve and I kept checking her to make sure she was doing okay. We kept getting the thumbs up.
At the halfway point I took my GU Roctane Island Nectar. Basically a pina colada in gu form with no rum. Pretty yummy. No hip pain and going strong for all of us.
The great thing about this course is it is 80% dirt roads. Nice and soft on the joints.
As we neared the ten mile point I knew we were ahead of schedule. The second half of the course gives a bit of a downhill advantage. And the scenery isn’t too bad either.
There’s my favorite potty. I tried to resist the urge to stop and blow it up.
I love this picture of Steve and Deb. Steve took such great care of her along the way, continually checking in and calling her “dear.”
We approached the finish. Love how they give you a nice hill at the end. I felt awesome. No pain. I had that utterly fabulous running feeling where you think you could go on forever.
I dropped out right before the finish chute and watched Deb and Steve cross together holding hands. Time: 2:15!! She KILLED it.
I’m such a third wheel. Their illegitimate child. Except that would make me six years old.
We grabbed some bagels with almond butter, coffee and beer. The also had grilled cheese which I think is probably the best post race food idea I’ve heard of.
Great job, Deb & Steve. You are going to OWN the Colorado Marathon on May 1st!
This was an amazing run for me. I felt incredible cardio-wise and had no pain anywhere. It gave me a better idea of how to plan to pace for Boston. I also got some confidence back. One of the hardest things about injuries is believing in yourself and your body again.
I know for the full marathon I will have to take walk breaks to give my hip a rest. I plan on walking through every aid station and keeping my overall pace pretty slow (as in, if I normally run a 8:30 average in a marathon, I will drop to a 9:30/10:00 pace for Boston. If I’m lucky).
Thinking that GU needs to make an exit out the back door. Poor Sam just cleaned the toilet.
For starters, check out Chris K’s outfit for his BQ marathon this weekend. Dude has some seriously good taste. Go over and wish him luck. Get your own mojo sticker HERE.
Moving on. I was sent a tube the other day. Not a tube of KY Jelly (although they are having a Valentine’s Day special) or an inner tube. Not a tube of Crest or a feeding tube (thankfully I don’t have one yet).
A plain, white tube of mystery.
Can you find the tube in the picture below? (Please avoid comments on the hair. I’m post yoga and massage and it’s negative 20 outside and my kids are on day #2 snow day. Yes, I’ve let myself go).
Anyway, I was advised that there are only 26 such tubes in the entire world. This is starting to sound very CIA-ish.
And, I hold one in my possession. In my shirt, right by my nipple. I realize I put myself at risk by talking about the tube openly. My house might be ransacked tonight. Just know the tube is in a safety deposit box and I’m not telling which bank.
I like to imagine Harish sitting in his room in Calcutta with the same tube. Perhaps, Cho Hee lies on her bed in Seoul gazing at her tube. Maybe Gustaf sips schnapps in Stockholm while contemplating his tube (that’s what she said).
The contents of the tube? The newest product from GU Energy. The famous GU Brew Electrolyte Tablets. This product will not be available to consumers until late March 2011.
Let me tell you more. But, first let me get the tube out of my shirt.
GBET (GU Brew Electrolyte Tabs, I like to call them Gee-Bets) are specifically designed to provide athletes with the electrolytes they need to excel on their longest workouts. The effervescent (big word = fizzy) tablets allow the body to retain optimal electrolyte balance without providing unneeded calories. The tablets are flavored with Stevia, a natural sweetener derived from the Stevia leaf. Tablets will be initially available in Orange, Lemon Lime and Peach Tea. Each 4.6 gram tablet has 10 calories and is meant to mix with 16 oz. of water. The retail price will be $6.50 per 12 serving tube.
Course if you like to use your sport’s drink to make up for calories lost while working out, this might not be the choice for you.
Check out the comparison between GBETs, Nuun and Cambelback:
So, I tried this bubbly brew. Since I can’t run far enough to matter, I used it during my long pussy posse water run (70 minutes) and during a tough workout on my bike trainer. Sometimes I think it’s difficult to gauge how well a product is working, especially if the workout is under 4 hours. I will say that my energy never waned and I kept well hydrated. I wasn’t a huge fan of the flavor (orange) cause it reminded me a bit of baby aspirin. I think I would love the lemon lime or peach, however.
Bottom line is that the stats speak for themselves. When you are aware of how much electrolyte replacement you will need during each hour of exercise, you can figure out if GBETs are going to give you what your body requires. Especially during particularly sweaty workouts where you’re losing lots of valuable electrolytes.
Although individual concentrations will vary widely, one pound of sweat contains approximately 80-100mg of potassium and 400-700mg of sodium. The average person will lose anywhere between .5 and 5 lbs of sweat per hour (source). A good way to determine what you lose is to weigh yourself before and after a workout. Amounts will vary with weather and exertion, obviously.
Do the math and see what works for you.
The nice thing is that GBETs are sweetened naturally, so no artificial stuff there. The price is comparable to Nuun and much cheaper than Camelbak. Also, GBETs have no sodium benzoate – a chemical/preservative in processed foods that has been linked to possible health dangers.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who fell out of a car when I was little. Yet, clearly I am the only one who hit my head hard enough to make me want to grow up to be a blogger who writes about crapping in bushes and trees while running.
I will say, the comment that made me laugh out loud was this one from Julie:
“One of my favorite childhood memories is being about 5 years old, topless, in a convertible, on a road trip with NO seatbelts and doing the honk motion at every truck on the road. Good times.”
Best visual ever.
The Giveaway
I’m naughty. But, I’m nice too.
Outside PR, on behalf of their GU, Road ID and Ryder’s Eyewear clients, has generously offered up an Ultimate Stocking Stuffer Giveaway right in time for the holidays.
Are you ready? The winner will get all of the following:
Vanilla Gingerbread, Mint and *your favorite flavor/product* from GU ($24.00 value)
Enter the Road ID Holiday Giveaway (extra entries granted for every $5 donated) + 1 entry (5 extra entries per $5 donated. Leave that number of comments)
That’s up to 6+ entries! So, get busy. This giveaway will end on 12/14.
Many of you have asked, “What is a day in the life like for Shut Up and Run”? That’s bullshit. No one asked. So bear with me.
No two days are the same. I work for myself. I have no set hours. That’s good and bad. That means I have lots of time to run my miles, sit with the kids while they have a snack after school and catch glimpses of the Real Housewives while I eat leftovers for lunch in the living room. It also means I work nights and weekends and can be reached most any time of day by clients (although I don’t always answer). I like the trade off.
Today:
6:00 a.m: Woke up. Out of bed by 6:30 a.m. I’ve been sleeping like crap since my gum surgery, so last night I took an Ativan. These precious pills are supposed to be for when I fly. I hate to fly. I always think it will end in death. The little white pill plus a vodka tonic is just what the doctor ordered (well, not really, she said don’t mix, but WTH?). Threw on some running clothes, put in a pad, brushed teeth, checked the gums: swelling’s gone down! Score.
6:30 a.m.: Downstairs. Ken was already at the counter eating cereal. Kissed him, sleepily mumbled “Hi.” Started the coffee. Fed the dog. Fed the guinea pig. Listened for child #1 to start his shower. Check. Took multivitamin, calcium, penicillin (for post surgery infection) and a probiotic (to counter-act evil antibiotic).
7:00 a.m.: Woke up child #2. She’s not a morning girl. “Mom, I need to skip school. Mom I’m tired.” I gave her the proverbial, “Can’t skip school. It’s illegal. I’ll go to jail and so will you.”
7:15 a.m.: Ate some raisin bread with lots of butter and cinnamon sugar. First cup of coffee. Made the same for Sam minus the coffee. Briefly checked email. Made English muffin for Emma (again, butter and cinnamon sugar).
7:30 a.m.: Dump #1
7:35 a.m.: (Yes, I’m a quick dumper) Sam and Emma are arguing. Sam didn’t put back Emma’s iPod. He uses hers because he lost his on our RV trip. He found it with his drum stuff downstairs. I tell him to put back stuff he borrows. He gives me that sassy, attitude-filled, insincere, “Sooorrreeee” which I hate so much. I yell at him to say sorry nicely. He tells me to stop yelling. I lecture for a bit then get tired. He begrudgingly tells me goodbye (no kiss) and leaves on his bike for school. Sigh. I hate goodbyes like that.
8:00 a.m.: Put Emma’s hair in ponytails (down low, in the back). Drove her to school and reminded her about choir practice. On the way home, listened to Gayle King talk about Muslim extremists.
8:20 a.m.: Dump #2!
8:25 a.m.: (Quick dumper!) Shoes on. iPod charged. Fuel belt loaded with Accelerade, water, orange GU, phone, TP, money. Strapped on Garmin. Low battery. Dang it.
Interjection: Damn! A lot happens before 8:30 a.m.!
8:30 a.m.: Started what I like to call my Chariots of Fire run. Headed out for a medium length run of 11 miles, planning to run comfortably so that I don’t deteriorate. Listened to all of my bathtub music that Ken and the kids hate like Elton John, Josh Groban, Jackson Brown, Norah Jones. My pace was averaging 8:30 and I was lost in the mellowness and peace of the music. I usually listen to much more upbeat stuff, but sometimes on these quiet morning runs I like to get introspective and to flow with the music. I’m so deep.
The air was a perfect 50 degrees, the morning sparkling and clear with much of the smoke from the huge forest fire blown away. I was totally inside my head, but not thinking of much at all. At 5.5 miles my Garmin died. I stopped for an orange GU and took in the day. I had run east of town and was afforded an amazing panoramic view of the Rockies. Camera phone doesn’t quite catch it, but you get the idea.
9:15 a.m.: Made the turn around for home. Noticed aching in my hamstring, which has become commonplace. Swigged some Accelerade. Felt pretty achy for the rest of the run, but still kept up the pace.
10:10 a.m.: Arrived home. Rolled on the foam, stretched. Drank some more Accelerade. Showered. Headed to Starbucks for my reward: Grande bold coffee, extra cream. Gave the cashier at the drive thru a box of Junior Mints because I read in the employee profile binder (doesn’t your Starbucks have one?) that she liked them. Noticed my mom called to check on me and my gums. Tried to call my brother. Not there.
11:10 a.m.: Checked emails. Read blogs.
11:15: a.m.: Dump #3!!!
11:50 a.m.: Chiropractor appointment. Trying to figure out why my hand is still numb. Loved this guy. I haven’t been to chiro in 12 years. Appreciated how he rubbed my shoulders, zipped me through some x-rays, educated me about my Ts and Ls. Found out some discs in my neck are quite compressed, causing the numbness. Going back for an adjustment tomorrow.
1:15 p.m. : Home and famished. Ate some rice/veggie casserole mixed with last night's pork. And cantaloupe. Watched 30 Minute Meals with Rachel Ray who looked like she had put on a few. Must be those relationship problems I’ve read about.
2:03 p.m.: That’s now. 57 minutes until kid pick up time. Then it will be the mad rush to the orthodontist and library. There will be dinner to cook (BLTs or bean/cheese quesadillas?), homework to supervise, instruments to be practiced.
Nothing spectacular, and yet it is all spectacular. All of the little things that make up our days and make us grateful. Kisses hello and goodbye. Home made and nourishing foods. Three dumps. Songs that make you cry while you run. Songs that make you feel invincible while you run. Candy given to strangers (not in a creepy sense). Calls from people who love you. Nature displaying itself to you in its finest. You being alive and aware enough to appreciate it all.
Life is in the details. Don’t miss a thing.
Consider yourself “it.” What’s a day (or morning or night) in your life look like, you 740 followers? I’d love to know all the little stuff (workouts, food eaten/cooked, books read, things observed). Blog about it and send me the link. I’ll share it on the blog. Ask others to do the same. We can learn a lot from each other by what our days contain.
Sorry about the last teaser post, but I’ve got so much to share and so many photos…needed to break it up. Plus, I’m behind with work stuff and house stuff and it’s all I had time for at the moment!! Oh, how I wish I could just blog the days away, and do little else.
Now that I’ve written this novel, you better read the whole damn thing. Go grab a beer, smoke, vibrator, whatever will keep you focused.
Before I get started on this long and drawn out journey, I will answer what you all want to know. Did I crap myself? No. In fact, not so much as a skid. My stomach behaved better than it ever has on any run. And let me tell you, this was actually the longest run I have ever been on in my life, including the marathons. It took us 4:35 to cross the finish line for a total of 20.85 miles. This is actually a pretty respectable time for this race! I will say I did not pee from 8:30 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. Can I get a shout out for DEHYDRATION!? But I am alive. And I don’t even hurt today!
So, when we left off, Dean and I had just crossed the start line. He told me a bit about the course and how the last four miles were pretty brutal since it would be scathingly hot by that time and it was a gradual climb to the finish. Brutal for him means deathly for me. He suggested conserving a bit for the first half, which was fine by me. It was a single track, straight up. People were walking parts of it. It wasn’t until we got on a wider straightaway that we found our stride. Dean kept telling me to lead the way and set the pace. Being very new to trail running, I knew this would be a long and challenging day for me.
Some of you with the eagle eye noticed I wasn't wearing trail running shoes. Yep, that’s right. I only found out about this race a couple of weeks ago. I’ve never been a trail runner or worn trail shoes. I bought some, but they didn't work out and I simply did not have time to break in any others. If I was going to be a rookie on the trail, I was going to do it up right in my Mizuno Inspire road shoes. Hell yeah!! I also didn’t have a fancy hydration pack, poles, compression socks, dirty girl gaiters or any of the other stuff the cool kids were wearing. I probably would have gotten picked last on the gym team that day. And beat up later.
The race format is that you run with a partner and you stay with that person the whole race. No running ahead if you’re feeling stronger. You’ve always got your partner nearby. That meant that for the whole race Dean had to slow to my sorry-ass pace. I know there were times when he really wanted to take off, but he just kept saying he was having a great time and enjoying not racing for once. I wonder if he rolled his eyes behind my back. Except he never was behind my back. He did comment once that it was harder to run “this way” (meaning slow – occasional walking up the steep parts) because he had a tough time settling into a cadence. I personally messed up Dean’s cadence. I might have to get that made into a bumper sticker.
After running uphill for what seemed like a very long time, I looked at my Garmin. 2.19 miles. Are you freaking kidding me? The trail was very sandy making it hard to get your footing. The sun was heating up and the route was exposed with very little shade. This part of the state is quite arid with cactus and sage along much the of the way. We climbed and climbed and climbed. Dean and I talked about all kinds of stuff – training, marathoning, jobs, Greece. There was a lot of time to just shoot the shit. Probably around mile five I forgot that he was DEAN and not just another person. The conversation drifted to our families, future goals, etc.
When I got really winded and tired he would start telling me stories about races he’d run. It was a good distraction. Dean’s stories are not like most people’s stories. If you talk about running the Hood to Coast Relay (197 miles) on a 10 person team, he talks about doing it solo. If you talk about running in heat and sand he talks about running hundreds of miles in the Sahara desert through knee deep sand and 125 degree temperatures over several days. And winning. His legs and overall muscles were also a distraction. I had a lot of time to watch these body parts on the trail since he was in front of me. He is one BIG ASS muscle.
The climb to the first check point at mile 7 was a bitch for me. Very steep. I simply had to walk parts of it. At this point I was mentally in the toilet. I was tired, hot and psyched out about having so far to go. It was freaking 92 degrees! But I didn’t come to this race to bitch and complain. I knew I could do it. I just had those moments you have in a race where you feel kind of hopeless and discouraged. I continued to take my electrolyte tabs, which I think saved me in the end.
At the top of the climb was the blessed check point. I poured water on my head. I drank GU Brew and took in some GU Chomps. I realized that Dean had not been drinking anything on the trail and very little at the aid station. I think he had a half a banana. I asked him about it. He said he doesn’t drink much when he runs because he doesn't feel the need for it and doesn't sweat a lot. WTF? Here I am sucking on my Camelbak, huffing and puffing, pouring sweat. This guy really is superhuman. Believe me when I tell you that. He is also one of the nicest people on the planet. He was kind, patient, easy on the eyes. Overall he exuded great energy. And muscles. Did I mention muscles?
The next few miles were a breeze. Mostly downhill, no sand. Then we started the up and downhills that would take us to checkpoint two at 14 miles. I had some tough moments along this part too, but once I hit the half way mark, I started to perk up. I love being just beyond the half way mark!! It is when you are closer to the finish than to the start. When you can taste the end.
The rest of the miles ticked by in a haze of conversation, gunning up hills, and sweat. At the last aid station I had some Coke (as in cola. I already did my cocaine that morning) – something I’ve never done, but with only 4 miles to go I didn’t give a shit. If I puked or crapped, so be it. A volunteer poured ice water down my back. Dean suggested stuffing ice into my sports bra like he’s seen some elite women do. Since I’m so elite, I did it too. If only. I have to give a shout out to the support along this race. The nicest and most helpful people. When you came into a check point they would ask what you needed and take over from there – filling your Camelbak, getting you e-caps, you name it. They were a real energy booster!
I only farted loudly once and it was when he was telling someone a story about the Big Sur Marathon. I don’t think anyone heard it.
Coming into the finish:
Call me fist pump Beth. I’m so cool:
BFFs:
Pointing at my boob:
The guy in the white sunglasses is running with Dean on Stage 2. Check out that bicep:
Sitting in the river post race. SO cold – better than an ice bath. I bet those guys’ balls were shriveled to nothing:
Pus anyone?
Told you it was hot. Gross. I came home and poured this into my salt shaker:
At the camp for the race. Tent city. I was glad to be going home to my bed:
My biggest fan. Couldn’t do any of this without him!
The kids getting ready to try the Gore-Tex wind and water proof gear in the rain/wind booth:
With the kids at the end. He was so sweet with them. Signed their shirts and books, told them he wanted to run with them if they ever came to San Francisco:
A HUGE thanks to Gore-Tex, Outside PR (Kelly and Devon - we love you!!) and Dean for giving me such a great day. And the schwag ain’t too bad either (Timex watch, gloves, jacket, tech shirt, coffee mug, shoe warmers/driers, handheld bottle, Salt Stick tabs, GU stuff, trail running book, running hat, gear bag):
Lessons learned:
The studs who do all six days of this race are insane. Maybe I can be like them someday
Dean is all that. ‘Nuf said.
You can push through about anything. As they say, your body wants to give out long before your head. Let your mental strength take you through the tough times. Know that you will hit peaks and valleys. Don’t let the valleys make you stop or quit. The peak is just around the corner.
Keep taking risks. Continue to do that that which makes you uncomfortable. Continue to live fully! Feel that fear and do it anyway.
Run with someone much faster and stronger than you (I recommend Dean K). You will push yourself way harder and the sheer humiliation of being slow will keep your ass going.
I admit it. I’ve been getting a bit psyched out about my run with Dean K. It’s two weeks from today. Here’s what’s causing the nerves:
I’ve never done a trail race
I’ve never done 20.4 miles on trails, racing or otherwise
I’ve never climbed 2,721 feet on trails running from 8,000 feet to 9,400 feet. I can hardly breathe just typing it. Would it be wrong to run with on oxygen tank?
Dean and I shared emails yesterday. I do love to say that. I told him I might cry if it gets too hard. He told me crying is good because it adds to the drama. At least I am being up front and he can’t say I didn’t warn him.
My interview with the big man is by phone on Tuesday. Thanks so much for your interview question ideas. They were a great help. I’ve compiled a list of some good ones, so stay tuned later this week to be the first to read the interview Q & A!
In preparation for the upcoming race, I told you I wanted to run the famed Magnolia Road west of Boulder. Ken and I did it today. This run has quite a reputation. She’s hard. She’s tough. She’s not for the faint of heart. She takes you up into the clouds. She chews you up and spits you out. This is what the bitch looks like on my Garmin (spoiler: yes, I did make it):
I stole this from someone:
The alarm went off way too early at 5:45 a.m. I lay awake in those pre-dawn moments when you snuggle down into your sheets, face planted against the drool-drenched-mattress, knowing that you are way too tired to even think about getting out of bed let alone running 15 miles.
Ignoring each other because that’s what we do in the early morning, Ken and I filled up water bottles and my bladder with Accelerade and water. I grabbed a cup of steaming coffee for the 45 minute drive to the start and tried to choke down a piece of cinnamon raisin bread (whopping 32 carbs per slice!).
I loaded up my new hydration pack with the bladder and two 20 oz bottles of liquid. I had two GUs and my camera. Oh, and some Wet Ones should I need them during a roadside squat.
We got to the start at 8,100 feet by 7:00 a.m. The road had just changed from paved to dirt, which was fine with me. 50 degrees. Perfect.
Here’s where I look like I’m doing a l’il Irish jig:
By mile one, I knew the pack was not going to work for me. It just didn’t fit right and kept swinging dramatically from side to side with each step I took. Since I would be taking about 30,000 steps that might be an issue. I had the straps as tight as they would go. Don’t get me wrong. I think the pack itself is comfortable, light weight and practical. I just think it’s too big for puny self. I will say that once I removed the bottles, I still had some jostling of the bladder, but it felt much better and served me well during the run.
Since I follow everything that is told to me on the internet, I had cleaned out the bladder with Polident denture cleaner. Spearmint. Probably not the best move, but my water was minty fresh for the run and so was my breath.
As we headed up the first huge hill, we hit mile one huffing and puffing like we had just finished 15 freaking miles. Only 14 more to go. I hid the water bottles knowing they were causing the pack to move so drastically. I would have to survive on the 1 liter of liquid in the bladder. It’s kind of neat how I would transfer from the bladder in the pack to my bladder. Anyone else find that fascinating?
The hills seemed endless. Just as you’d crest one and have a bit of a downhill respite, you’d be greeted by another incline shouting, “Oh, yeah? Try this one, you pussy!” At about the two mile point a herd of runners flew by us going the opposite direction. Damn University of Colorado cross country team. I know they love this run, as it was made famous by the CU x-country team in the book “Running with the Buffaloes.” Humbling to say the least watching these guys fly by, effortless.
Here come some of those damn buffaloes. They need to slow the eff down:
We trudged on and up.
At mile seven, we hit the Peak to Peak Highway, crossed over and ran another half mile on a rocky dirt road. At the turn around, we had our GUs, stretched and headed back. We both felt pretty strong at this point.
If I haven’t said so already, this road afforded amazing views of the foothills and the Rockies. Wildflowers grew everywhere. Occasionally the route would open up to a high altitude pasture with grazing cows and horses. The air in Colorado is so crisp, cool and bright with no humidity, especially up that high. Kind of like Florida. Or Texas.
Here is where we crossed over the Peak to Peak Highway:
Ken runs by a pasture:
And up a hill:
Told ya’ it was pretty (not me, the scenery dummy):
I did not have to stop to crap on this run. Miracles never cease to happen. So I did a fake out for you. If only I could poop with shorts on. Well, I can but it’s not pretty.
Here’s where I tell you about my studly husband. He has run several half marathons this year, and is training for another in October. He has never run more than 13.1 miles at a time. Today, he ran the whole flippin’ 15 miles with me. He wants you to know he has his first blister on his tender toe. Ever. Cue the violins. I smell a marathon in his future even if he doesn’t.
Nearing the end, some dude passed us on the last gargantuan hill leading to the car. I picked up the pace and kept a steady 20 feet behind him. He was letting out the most ungodly sounds – like he was either yakking or dumping or both. But, I think it was just an “I’m going up a big hill and I’m tired” GRUNT like none I’d ever heard. Think I’ll try that one with Dean.
Overall Stats:
15 miles 2 hours, 28 minutes 1,650 feet elevation gain 1,650 feet elevation loss 9:44 average pace (okay speedies, you try to run this bitch fast)
I do feel pretty good after the run with the exception of an aching ass. I’m glad we took it kind of slow.
