Yesterday I came home after running 16k in a very sunny 30 degrees Celsius, called out a hello to Scott, and asked if he could make me a big bowl of ice water. He laughed and then asked if I was joking, and I said only a little bit. He dumped most of the ice in the freezer into a large mixing bowl and filled it with water from the tap. I dunked my hands in the bowl and rubbed ice on my face and on the back of neck and up my arms. I drank water from the bowl with my hands. (I was that thirsty.) Once I stopped feeling like I was going to die, I made a giant protein shake with frozen peach slices and mango chunks and orange juice and milk and salt and drank half of it in one go. I slowly realized that I probably had not had enough to drink. Afterward I checked — I had about half a litre of water/Gatorade (I wore this and two gels). Over almost two hours. On a hot day. I should have had twice that.
I used to wonder about other runners who describe lying on the floor unable to move after a run. I never run that hard! I am sore and tired after a run but it’s not difficult to resist lying on the floor in favour of getting out of my sweaty clothes and into the shower. Well, now I understand. I managed not to succumb to the urge to collapse to the ground (mostly because our floors are concrete), but I did spend the rest of the afternoon in bed and later on the sofa, feeling shitty. I think I napped but I don’t actually remember being asleep. (Compare this to last weekend, when I took a definite two-hour nap after both the Saturday and Sunday tournament games. I take recovery very seriously.) Finally early in the evening after three glasses of water and a couple ibuprofen, I felt normal again, and by bedtime I was thinking about the next day’s run.
Today was cloudy and cooler than yesterday and the park I was going to had water fountains. In the morning, I was as sore as I ever am after running or playing ultimate the day before. I wanted to round up this month’s mileage to 80k, which meant at least 8k. I was prepared for pain and despair, but in fact I felt great. I started cautiously but then ran the 3rd kilometre in 5:08 after deciding that speeding up would feel good and then hit 5k at 29:34, with no walk breaks. I did another 3k after that, finishing off with a sprint to beat the light a couple of blocks from home.
The summer ultimate season ended last week, so for this long weekend I was excited for all the running I finally had time to do. I’ve had posterior shin splints for the last couple of weeks, almost certainly from the lack of arch support in my cleats, and my last two runs before this weekend were hugely painful because I ran the morning after a game, without the necessary recovery period. (I know I’m not supposed to run through pain, but I was really proud of myself last Monday for getting through that run.) On Thursday I could barely run at all, but yesterday and today there was hardly any pain.
I signed up to run a charity 10k on September 20, but I still haven’t registered for the half marathon I want to run in early November. I would like to run the Boxing Day 10-miler this year and then do the full 30k at Around the Bay next year. Undecided, to date, whether I am willing to tackle a marathon.