So the title makes it sound like I was running on clouds of cotton candy this weekend — and in my mind I was. For the first time in ages (or ever) I woke up at 6am for a long run. Angela and I hopped out of bed, sucked down some coffee and peanut butter toast and off we went. We headed to Mission Bay Park which was already occupied by some early birds. I finally felt like one of those hard core runners, out at the crack of dawn. It felt fantastic!
The sun was barely risen and it was still pink on the horizon. Other than our shoes hitting the pavement and birds chirping it was quiet. Peaceful. Perfect.
I was supposed to run 14 miles. However, I’ve already run 14 miles a few times now and I thought it was time to progress. I decided I’d wait until I hit 14 miles to decide if I felt up to running a couple more. When I reached my jeep at the 14th mile I was not done. I wasn’t fatigued, my legs felt good, so I went off alone for a couple more.
By the time my run was complete, De Anza cove was packed with runners, walkers, cyclists and an array of Boot Camp classes. I kind of wanted to pull a Bridesmaids move and just copy what they were doing. But I restrained myself.
I was so grateful to have been able to enjoy some peace and quiet before the whole place was crowded. When I finished, I stretched for a good 20 minutes then headed home to do some foam rolling and functional exercises.
The next day, I wasn’t stiff or sore. In fact, I felt rested. I think I made the right choice to run the 16. We went for a 5 mile recovery run on Sunday in Santa Monica since we were in LA for the weekend. It was hot and the air was still. I was so glad we only had a few miles to run because the heat takes it out of me.
Today, I rest. Tomorrow I do a tempo run and the next day, hill repeats. I am feeling stronger and more determined than ever. The San Dieguito half is only 2 weeks away!