Ran a 12-miler today. Gorgeous day, nice and pretty cool for most of the run, no wind and through ABQ's bosque. One of the group's coaches decided to run with me, though, and I think it nearly killed me.
We got out great, set a good pace...perhaps too good. The first 7 miles were easily the fastest I'd ever run that distance, and even miles 8, 9 and 10 weren't too bad, but I was suffering for the last two. I clearly did not have enough to drink throughout the week and I was feeling it. Didn't cramp (electrolyte caps seem to be working), but was pretty light-headed for a number of minutes when we finally finished. I think I hurt as much today as I did two weeks ago when we did the 18. Hope this is not a bad sign. Gonna chalk it up as a learning lesson: don't go out fast.
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