I just got back from a three day weekend in Lake Placid. We go every summer because my husband is race director for a swim event there. I always have a pretty relaxing time, although my husband is usually a bit stressed out. I think this is his last year being director. Or so he hopes.
Friday night I kayaked for the first time. My husband needed help getting the rented kayaks and SUPs from the EMS store to the start of the race. I towed a couple SUPs while my husband towed four kayaks. I was incredibly awkward and it made my inner thighs kind of burn. Not the smartest thing for me to do the day before a 20 mile training run, but whatever. I was glad to help. It was funny because besides me being a clumsy kayaker, the town was hosting an outdoor showing of the movie “Lake Placid” and people were watching from land and from various water vehicles. So while I was out there – in the dark – slapping at the water and wobbling my way across the lake, we could hear horror movie giant gator attacks going on in the background. It made me giggle. I really wanted Betty White to appear on a dock to scream obscenities at me.
Saturday was race morning for my husband, and I had a 20 mile run to do, so I elected to run 7 1/2 times around Mirror Lake. I was able to stash 4 UCAN Hydrate filled Simple Hydration bottles in the garage that served as swim race central so that I could retrieve them without having to stop and refill. It would’ve been a bit more efficient if I didn’t keep seeing people I knew who I chit-chatted with more than I should’ve. It was just as well since I’d woken up with a sour stomach that stayed with me the entire run. I chalked it up as good practice in case I got a race day bellyache. I was so freaking thirsty! I don’t remember ever feeling this thirsty during a long run before, even with drinking a ton of fluids and electrolytes.
I’d set out hoping to average around a 9:20-9:30 pace while running easy, and I ended up at 9:26, which should’ve made me happy given my stomach, the high humidity and the temperature. But I am simultaneously disappointed and feeling more confident in my upcoming marathon. I think I was unconsciously hoping I’d run sub 9:00 average. I didn’t look at my watch for most of the run, so it was all by easy-pace feel.
Sunday I did a recovery run that went pretty well. My legs didn’t feel bad at all. Then when we got home mid-afternoon, I zonked out on the sofa for a couple hours. I almost never nap, so this was a surprise.
I ran a bit over 60 miles last week, and I’m feeling pretty good today. My plantar fasciitis is significantly better, and I’m hoping that it’s behind me now. It took a lot of rehabbing to get back to normal.
I’ve got some scary looking workouts later this week. It’s gonna be a tough one.