So I'm taking everyone back almost two weeks with this post. So I was in NM for the weekend to celebrate grampa's #90. On Sunday morning (the day after the party in which I didn't really eat poorly, but BBQ pork sandwiches aren't known to be good carb loads. In addition I was working off of about 4 hours sleep Sat.) So Sunday morning rolls around and I head off for what is scheduled to be 20 miles of 3 min. running 1 min walking. I don't really know the milage on the Bosque trail, I get some ideas from DC and I head out. Fuel belt with four little bottles and two hand held bottles - all water.. I've got a few Ecaps and gels.
I start at Alemieda and work my way all the way to Tingley beach. I figure it's probably a little short of 10 miles based on my time (it came out to a tad less then 9 miles). I turn around at the Tingley train station and head back. A couple of notes about the run to this point: I started at 8:00 am - a little late for a four hour run. There appeared to be some sort of race (possibly a marathon?) during the first two miles of the run. Paseo and Alemieda are really close to each other, I couldn't figure out what road i was running under because I seemed to get there real fast. There is a bunch crap written, spray painted, marked, floured all over that trail. It appears that every police/fire department, running/cycling club, 5k, 10k, 13.1 or 26.2 event had their own marks on the trail. I felt pretty good, no scary people lurking under any of the bridges, the cyclist seemed to end about 9:00 (the roller bladers didn't start until closer to 11:00).
Now I have this problem of walking and running like a duck, which leads to me clipping my ankles with my opposite heel. After about 7 miles I had the bloody sock, AKA the Schilling Effect going. Much like him, I played through the blood soaked anklet sock, through the pain, and through the bugs that liked the smell. Well i lost one of my little fuel belt bottle somewhere on the return between 1-25 and Montano (keep an eye out DC, it's bright green). About halfway through the return trip my water became very warm and no fun to drink, though i needed it. About three miles from the finish I pooped out and walked it in from there. All in all, the run was good, but I hurt more than ever before afterwards. My back was killing me, my feet hurt, my legs hurt, and everything in between. I actually hurt to the point of being a bit concerned that i may have over done it. I never felt like I would puke, I just hurt.
To make a long story short, Friday night the boy was sick (top and bottom), Saturady afternoon and evening it hit daughter #2 and wife. Sunday evening it hit daughter #1 and me. Problem was, we had a 6 hour drive that evening. Well we waited around to see if it would pass and to make sure the kids were done puking and we didn't leave NM until 8:30 pm. Do the math... it was not a fun drive. All throw up made it into a cup, towel, or blanket so i suppose that was good (though in my mom's car it all made it onto the floor). Fun fun day was that Sunday!
Sorry we missed you DC, but I suppose we'll be seeing you in about 7-8 weeks anyway. Crap!
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